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Listening to Cowboy like me and thinking about Outlaw Yuki
Okay so for my Yandere Suguru should I make a tag for that? Because for now it is mostly just going to be me yapping about it
Yandere!Suguru, slight gore, manipulation
Previous drabble
During the first few months of your stay at the cult, you leave often.
Suguru was not a fan of this but tried to let you do what you wanted. He needed to let you drop your guard more, he needed your trust so he could keep you here with him and the girls forever.
But after two weeks of you leaving every other day his resolve snaps.
You are getting ready to go out with friends, the ones that were left anyway. His heart did soften as he saw your smiling face. Then he resolves himself to gently guide you in the right direction.
He doesn’t want to have to scare you like this but sadly some lessons have to be learned.
You only make it to the marble stairs when you feel something wrong. It was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Looking around you try to see if the spirits you thought were gone are back.
A garbled noise has you looking down to see a figure of a mangled woman clawing up the steps to you. She is covered in blood and is a mess of rotting flesh.
A scream tears out of your throat as you run back into the cult. Your heart pounds in your chest as you sprint to the one person you know can help you.
Suguru comes into view and you practically fling yourself into his arms. He was in his night clothes but you were too scared to pay any attention to it. He looks distressed by your tear stained cheeks as if he wasn’t the one to scare you in the first place.
He hugs you to his chest and rubs soothing circles into your back as you sob out what happened.
“Come on.” Suguru says in a soft tone and a gentle expression then leads you to his room.
In your tearful state he pulls you into his bed and has your head on the open part of his robe. The skin to skin contact grounds you.
After a while your sobs have faded into small whimpers as you are curled against him in bed.
“I warned you about those spirits that are after you.” He scolds you with an air of sadness, “They can only get to you when you are outside of these walls.”
“I am sorry for not believing you.” You sniffle and look up at him with a soft expression.
“You don’t have to apologise for learning a lesson, Angel.”
You fall asleep in his arms shortly after.
Good thing Suguru is the one to help you because any one else might take advantage of your trusting nature.
Drunk!Geto would be so clingy with you. He was brought into the house by Nanami and Gojo and he instantly latched onto you once you opened the door. He would sweetly talk about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. When you responded to him with the same affection he would get all happy, he also was more bold. Letting his hands run down your hips to grab your ass as he talked to you in a drunk affectionate tone like he wasn’t grabbing your ass. When he got into bed with you, he would keep his head resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he hummed. He would lift his head and look at you with a small frown when he felt you try to move away from him. All he wanted was for you to be close to him, even if he was drunk.
Whatever you do, don’t get stupidly high then listen to Fourth of July by Fall out boy.
You will think about Satosugu.
And you will be in tears.
Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐
Loser
Masterlist
Summary - On the first night of your band’s new tour everyone is excited for what the new tour will bring. After an incident on opening night you and Suguru get pulled into Satoru’s orbit but how will the three of you handle this new relationship?
And the scandal just around the corner.
Pairing - Guitarist!Suguru Geto x Singer!Reader x Fanboy! Satoru Gojo
Content - Fluff, humour, SMUT, oral (m & f receiving), exhibitionism, fem implied reader, secret relationship, Geto and reader call Gojo pretty boy because they don’t know his name yet lol
Word count - 3.3k
A/N. - Walk into random rooms at your own risk
Art credits - (Geto) @-to_Ofu, (Gojo) @-su2kuna on X
Divider credit- @enchanthings
Satoru is not a very sociable person.
He much prefers the safety of his house. In there he can let the masks drop and be himself without any prying eyes. Sure, he can play the smooth business man like a pro but he isn’t like that in reality.
And reality is often disappointing.
Satoru’s drive to climb high in the company he works for and his ability to flirt his way into deals has gotten him very far.
But as soon as he is in his house he drops the act that is his outside life. He switches his contacts for more comfortable glasses and lets his unruly white hair do its own thing. Satoru is a nerd to his very bones; Digimon, anime and music are all very important to his lifestyle.
Music is a big cornerstone of Satoru’s life, he needs it to do almost anything. Most of the time his music taste shifts and is composed of all songs with good beats or lyrics. He never really had one band he followed.
That was until he came across your band.
It had been a clear autumn day when one of his friends had shared an earbud with him and one of your songs came on. Your voice was clear and loud in his ears. He had been almost mesmerised by the riffs on the guitar that accompanied it.
Satoru has all of the albums that your band has ever released. Even a few additions that were rare. They were his babies, he even has a few signed. He had bought your new album and the tickets for the tour the day it was announced.
When Megumi’s band had been announced as your opener he was ecstatic. He had practically yelled that his son was famous from the rooftops. Satoru told everyone about it and how he was going to support his son. He is ecstatic to have the opportunity to not only watch you perform in person and also meet you.
He fusses over his appearance for hours in the mirror to make himself not as recognizable as usual. It works for the most part and he will also be in the crowd so he lets it be for now.
It’s insanely crowded as he enters the venue. People push and shove to get a better spot. He feels a bit thrown around as he walks, like a ragdoll being tossed back and forth. But he gets a good spot in the crowd to wait for Megumi’s band to make their debut.
He has his camera ready to film his son and to send a video to Tsumiki who couldn’t make it because of work. She had been so upset that she couldn’t make it and Satoru had promised to film the entire thing. He doesn’t plan on letting her down.
Satoru cheers the loudest when the band begins to play. Yuji’s voice and energy gets the crowd clapping and cheering. He was always the best one with the crowd, his sunny demeanour has always drawn people in.
Megumi looks slightly less grumpy than usual. His frown upturned more than normal as he plays his guitar with practiced ease. He looks a bit miffed when he finds Satoru in the crowd with his phone recording but he can’t say anything about it now.
Nobara matches Yuji’s energy well and sings backup vocals. She jumps around the stage almost as much as Yuji does. Junpei looks nervous behind the drums as if they hadn’t practiced it a million times but halfway through their set he gains his confidence.
It was fun to see them evolving from the teens who practiced in Satoru’s basement.
“Thank you Tokyo!” Yuji yells into the crowd with his trademark grin as they end their set. The crowd cheers back in return to his words.
After they exit the stage there is a period of about twenty minutes until the lights dim and the main band enters the stage. Satoru feels his heart beat out of his chest as you walk up to the mic and begin your set.
He can never go back to just listening to the recorded version of your songs after this.
The first show of a tour is always the best.
Everything is new; new songs, new choreography and the screaming fans. It’s electrifying to experience, all those people and all that noise. Like a drug that you want injected into your veins.
When Yuki, Nanami, You and Suguru had first started the band that is now selling out stadiums you would never have guessed how popular it would get. It started in the basement of Suguru’s parents house when all four of you were only teenagers. Now you hear every person in this sold out stadium sing the lyrics to your songs.
“Come on! You guys can sing louder than that!” You exclaim with a wide grin and hold out your microphone to the crowd.
The best thing about being a singer is interacting with the crowd. You know how to make the crowd laugh, go wild and enjoy their experience. It’s arguably the best job ever.
You have long left your previous stage fright behind in the early days of your guys’ fame. For the longest time you could not handle the crowds but now you can’t get enough of them.
“Do you think we could reward the crowd for being so kind to us Yuki?” You cozy up to your bassist, an arm around her shoulders and point the microphone at her.
Yuki laughs brightly, “I think we could make that happen! What about you Suguru?”
The man in question gives you a smirk and a wink before obliging the two of you. His guitar playing the opening to one of your older songs. You cheer with the crowd and get them jumping again.
As you sing your eyes roll over the crowd. For a moment your eyes catch on a tall white haired man. He is watching you move around the stage like you have him in a trance. All too happy to give him something to look at you send a wink his way before moving on.
When that song is over your set is over.
You guys say goodbye to the crowd and go backstage.
“Who wants to go drinking after the meet and greet?” Yuki asks with a grin.
You hum in contemplation as she takes off her base to put it in its case. She stretches her arms above her head lazily.
“I will have to decline-” Kento replies quickly.
“Come on!” Yuki pouts at him, “Have fun for once in your life!”
“You should let loose Kento.” Suguru says with a grin.
Hopping up onto one of the gear cases you swing your feet lightly as they pack their stuff up.
“I have to agree! Remember that night in Vegas-” You are cut off by a sharp glare from him and hold up your hands in surrender. “Fine! I was just saying that you could have a bit more fun Kento.”
“Besides you Yuki will be by herself.” Suguru says and you giggle as he stands behind the case you are sitting on to put his arms around your waist.
Kento rolls his eyes at the both of you. Yuki just chuckles and continues to pester Kento to go out drinking.
“My tongue ring should be healed now.” He practically purrs in your ear.
Your relationship with Suguru has never been official in the public light.
You have been in a relationship since you were twenty. Even before that there was a magnetism to him that drew you in. Kento, Yuki and both your inner circles knew but outside that it was private.
Suguru preferred a more private relationship and you didn’t want to deal with the constant questions about your relationship that would come with it being out in the open. And it being a secret made it all the more fun.
You clench your thighs as you remember what he could do with tongue before the piercing and think of all the thing he can do now. He is doing this on purpose to make you all hot and bothered before the meet and greet. This is to get back at you for this morning but this is purely sadistic.
“You're so mean!” You whine as he chuckles and lets go of your waist.
“Come on let’s go.” Suguru nods his head toward the door that Kento and Yuki have already begun to walk out of.
You huff and get off the case to join them.
The lines are long for the event and you can’t even see to the end of the line. You shake so many hands and take at least a hundred pictures. It is surprising that you don’t feel too worn out after it.
There are only a few people left in the line. A group of four teenagers and a man behind them. The teenagers walk up and you recognize them instantly.
“You guys are the openers right!” You ask excitedly as the approach.
Yuki looks interested and leans in closer to have a better look at the group.
“You remember us?!” A girl with a brown bob exclaims and points to herself.
You throw your head back with a laugh.
“Of course! We try to know every one of our openers and their music.” Yuki says and holds out a hand to her.
She squeals and takes it. You smile fondly at them then turn to the other kids. The one closest to you has spiked black hair and a frown on his face. He is talking with Suguru about something, a light in his bored eyes.
The lead singer, you think his name is Yuji, walks up to you and you hold out a hand.
“Yuji right?” You ask and watch his face light up.
“Yes! I am a huge fan of your work!” He exclaims with a wide grin.
“I’m a fan of yours,” You shake his hand with a smile, “that crowd work is good.”
He blushes a bit at your complement, “Oh that’s nothing!”
What a humble kid. You will have to keep contact with them even after the tour because they are on a good track to be on the same level with your band.
“Crowd work is important, don’t discount yourself like that. And your vocals are amazing too.” You continue.
After that you talk with the girl, Nobara, the boy, Megumi and their drummer, Junpei. All four of them are sweet and you can’t help but feel that the next generation will be in good hands with them around.
The last guy is the man you winked at in the crowd. He is cute up close, his walk is a bit awkward considering his height. He is tall, about as tall as Suguru if not taller. His glasses fall down his nose to reveal the bluest eyes you have ever seen.
Looking him up and down you grin and hold out your hand.
“Hi~” You greet him sweetly and watch as his cheeks grow red.
“Hello,” He shakes your hand, “nice to meet you.”
“Do you want something signed,” You lean forward to get closer to his personal space and to push your chest against him, “or a photo.”
The poor man looks down at your chest then back up to your eyes with an expression close to fear in his blue eyes.
“Both!” He practically squeaks out and you want to continue to tease him, how far can you push until you break him?
“I can do that, Suguru!” You call out to Suguru who has been staring at him too.
He saunters over to you with a smirk on his face, “I heard you wanted a photo?”
The man nods sheepishly and you want to coo at his expression. He is so shy and you can’t help but want to play with him. Suguru raises an eyebrow but he seems to catch on to your game and smirks
“Come on then pretty boy.” Suguru says and the three of you take a photo.
The man’s cheeks are red the entire rest of your interaction. He hurries off soon after and you pout at his skittishness. You would have loved to taste him but guess not.
Realizing that there is no one in the line you grin and pull Suguru behind you by his collar. He doesn’t fight you on it, just follows behind you with a smug expression. Suguru has long since told you about his possessive streak when it comes to you.
So you two started to fuck after every show, it was your little tradition.
You must have fucked in every venue in Japan by now. The idea of getting caught with him turns you on like nothing else. It wasn’t really big news to the rest of your inner circles who have known about your relationship for years now but someone else catching you is hot.
Now Suguru has teased you enough, he can put his money where his mouth is. And you are going to put his mouth to very good use.
Satoru almost had a heart attack seeing you in person.
His exit had been so swift because you and Suguru Geto almost made his brain shut down. His brain keeps repeating ‘pretty boy’ like a mantra.
He walks down the halls of the venue looking for Megumi. Satoru wanted to say goodbye to him before he went back home and he doesn’t want the night to end yet.
A faint noise from one of the rooms catches his ear. He can’t really hear it but it sounds like a laugh or a sigh. Maybe Megumi was with the rest of his band in this room. He knocks on the door once, twice, then decides to just open the door.
What he sees in that room is straight out of a wet dream. You are leaned back on one of the plush black couches, your head thrown back. His eyes trace the column of your neck as a low moan is drawn out by Geto who is in between your thighs.
“Like that- good boy.” You say and run your hands through his thick black hair.
That goes straight to his dick. He wants you to praise him that way. Satoru doesn’t want to push Geto out of the way, no, he wants to join him in between your legs. His mouth waters at the sight of your exposed pussy.
Your eyes slide over to him.
He expects you to get angry or embarrassed because he caught the two of you. But you don’t do that, instead a smirk forms on your red lips as you look at him. One hand gestures for him to come closer while the other pulls Geto closer to your cunt.
“We have company Sugu-” You say to him in a teasing tone, “hmm- pretty boy walked in on us.”
Geto pulls back to stare at his face then his eyes look down at the obvious tent in his pants, a smirk on his lips. “Shut the door pretty boy, unless you want others to see us.”
Satoru feels like he may not make it out of this room alive.
One thing you learn about the guy who walked in on you is that he is so sensitive. A small touch from you or Suguru has his dick twitching in his pants. It is so cute.
“You are doing so good, baby.” You coo at him as you continue sucking on his neck.
“Too- much!” He whines and bucks his hips into Suguru’s hand.
A little giggle escapes your lips as tears prick his pretty blue eyes. He looks so ruined like this and you are very into that. His glasses are esque and his cheeks are a shade of red you have never seen before.
“Just wait until he gets his mouth on your dick, he has a talented tongue.” You whisper in his ear.
As if on cue Suguru licks up the length of his cock before taking it into his mouth. His lips stretch around it and you can’t deny how hot that is.
You both had talked about inviting others into both your bed and relationship. Suguru had said that he wouldn’t mind it but nothing had ever come of it. Until pretty boy came along. You can already see all the fun you could have with him.
His moans get even louder and you can’t have anyone finding you in here, not that it wouldn’t be hot but you don’t want him to get tangled up in your fame unless he wants to.
“Here,” You tap two fingers on his bottom lip, “suck on these so we keep the noise down.”
He gives a shaky nod before he begins to suck on your fingers. His lips look so pretty wrapped around your fingers. He must like it because his hips buck into Suguru’s mouth.
“We should take him with us on tour,” You muse out loud with a grin, “he would be so good for us.”
Suguru releases his dick with a slick pop, “He is being good so far, besides walking in on us.”
“Fuck-” He curses around your fingers but it trails off in a high whine as Suguru continues sucking.
Your free hand trails under his hoodie to play with his chest. His breath hitches as you pinch one of his nipples between your fingers. You roll it and he squeezes his eyes shut, his whines growing more desperate.
He must be close.
“You can cum pretty boy-” You coax him softly.
He snaps his hips up and cums. You take your fingers out of his mouth to hear his soft moans as he cums hard. Suguru keeps going through his orgasm and you watch his eyes well with tears as he is overstimulated.
You wonder if you could ride him to tears-
A loud ringing interrupts your thoughts.
Your phone buzzes on the table next to you. Groaning you reach over to grab it to see Kento’s contact on it. With a pout you answer the phone.
“What’s up Kento?” You ask in the nicest tone you have right now.
There is loud music and yelling voices in the background of the phone call before he begins to speak.
“Yuki is drunk and I need you two to come help me with her.” He explains and you hear Yuki’s laughter in the background.
Suguru, who has long since swallowed, stands up and looks at you with an interested expression. You huff and roll your eyes. He gets the message that you two probably won’t be staying much longer.
“Can’t you handle her? She can’t be that drunk this early.” You grouse.
“Imma’ call my ex!” You hear Yuki slur in the background and stand up.
Damn it.
“We will be there soon, take her phone. I don’t want to deal with her getting back with her ex for the millionth time this year.” You tell him and hang up.
Pretty boy is just coming down from his high as you wipe the tears from his eyes and readjust his glasses. He looks between the two of you with a confused expression.
“Will you be okay to get home?” Suguru asks him gently.
“Yeah- I should be fine.” He says still a little out of it.
“Here-” You grab his phone and put your number in it, “If you want to continue this text this number and I will text you the address and room number of where we are staying, we fly out the day after tomorrow.”
He looks at you in disbelief, like he never thought that you would offer him more. You laugh at his expression and press a kiss to his red cheek.
“Hopefully we will see you tomorrow pretty boy!” Suguru says over his shoulder as you two exit the room, careful to shut it behind you to give him privacy.
You really hope he shows up because you haven’t gotten to ride him yet.
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You and Yuki had grown up together.
Her father had a thriving farm and supplied most of the town with food. She was brought up under her mother’s care and guidance but always had that rebellious streak. It was cute in the beginning but soon she was uncontrollable, the exact opposite of what a lady should be. So her mother had the idea to introduce the two of you at the age of ten.
Both of your mothers, who were old friends, had hoped to bring you out of your shell and to give Yuki a proper friend besides the cattle on the farm. You were a shy little thing and Yuki was wide eyed and curious. So she had poked and prodded you out of your shell.
After that the two of you were inseparable, neither of you were seen without the other. You got more confidence but Yuki still was as wild as ever. She would drag you out of your embroidery lessons into the fields and creek that ran through it. You would come back with mud on the hem of your skirts and a wide smile on your face.
You spent six wonderful years with her but not all good things last.
You turned sixteen and a marriage offer came your way. It was crushing because you wouldn’t be able to see Yuki that much anymore. But the kicker was that your parents were sending you to live your Aunt back east for a year to “ready” you for the marriage.
Tears had filled your eyes as Yuki rode her horse beside the train to send you off, tears running down her cheeks and a sad grin on her face. Oh what you would give to stay in her arms for even just a minute longer.
The year was long and hard, your Aunt was an unforgiving woman. Summer turned to fall then winter then into spring then finally summer again.
Soon you were stepping off the train onto the platform to see your mother. She looked so relieved to see you but the black dress she wore and the red under her eyes told a different story.
“What happened Mama?” You ask panic welling up in you.
“The Tsukumo farm burned to the ground two weeks ago, they are all dead.”
You had ran all the way up the path to that farm, tripping over your skirts multiple times to get there. Your heart had shattered upon seeing the charred remains of the farm you had practically grew up on.
The only thing that you found of Yuki was a small necklace with a heart shaped pendant. Holding it to your chest you feel both a sense of loss and hope.
Because if her body isn’t here then maybe she made it out of the fire somehow.
What's your writing process like? Like, is there a vibe you set up or create before writing (like music or other things)?
So music is a big part of it unless I am really into what I am writing. I usually need music to do basically anything because of my adhd but with writing I need a song with the vibe of what I am writing!
Thank you for asking
your order? my heart | gojo satoru.
flirting came easy to waitress gojo satoru.. effortless, really. he could throw a wink at any woman, didn’t matter the age, and they’d all melt like he planned it. stroked his ego every time.
but you?
you were a different story. a breath of fresh air, a whole reset. before any other waitress could blink, he was halfway across the restaurant just to get to your table first.
he barely processed your order, half-listening, half-staring. your voice had that pull, light and warm, like it could talk someone out of a coma. your smile? intoxicating. and your eyes..
god, your eyes.
back in the kitchen, he slumped dramatically over the counter, forehead pressed against the cold surface. his notepad was a mess of half-written orders and little doodles that looked suspiciously like you.
“you’re embarrassing,” suguru muttered, squinting at the page.
“she’s literally heaven-sent,” satoru whined, one hand clutching his shirt.
and from that moment on, it was a mission. no one else was allowed to serve your table. didn’t matter how busy it got, if it was going to you, he was delivering it.
every time he showed up, there was a flirty comment ready.
“careful, it’s hot. like the person i’m serving it to.”
he winked, proud of himself, completely unaware that he was holding a frozen yogurt parfait.
you raised an eyebrow. he didn’t notice. too busy floating.
other times, he fumbled.
“i told the kitchen to make it nice ‘cause… you seem like someone who deserves nice things. not that the other customers don’t. just—forget it.”
at first, it was funny and cute. then it got a little…concerning.
he started overloading your table with random dishes, food you didn’t order, food no one at your table ordered. other customers were starting to complain.
it was too late when he had noticed, only when suguru pointed it out.
just as he was about to rush over, panicking, mentally rehearsing his apology and calling himself every name in the book, chef yaga stormed over, smacking him upside the head with a clean, loud thwack right in front of you.
“it’s our busiest night and you’re out here fucking around. i’m sorry about this idiot,” yaga sighed, shooting you and your friend an apologetic look.
you laughed a little, soft and kind.
“it’s okay,” you said, glancing at gojo with a smile that knocked the wind out of him. “he’s probably just overwhelmed.”
his grin twitched, and a flush crept up his ears. he leaned against the table like it was all part of the plan.
“yeah, you get it, angel. since i ruined your dinner, it’s only fair i take you out and—”
“—get back to work, gojo!”
Yandere! Cult leader Geto who dresses “Saint” Reader by himself everyday.
He can’t have anyone else touch you so he helps you in to the elaborate kimonos he has picked out for you. Every layer is smoothed out over your skin by his hands and no one else’s. His hands fashion your hair the way he wants it.
Your appearance is controlled for your own good.
HOLE IN ONE! - oldmoney!gojo x golf scholarship!reader
warnings: body shaming, mahito, a little bit of violence(let me know if you think something needs to be tagged)
a/n: most of this is gonna be based off of my knowledge playing Varsity golf when I was in highschool, so if I have any college golfers, and it’s different please let me know, or just have the slightest bit of mercy. (It’s been a while)
this first one they are in highschool still, I have quite a few ideas for the characters and world building and a nice beginning storyline so if this is something people enjoy I’ll dive deeper into it!!
MDNI!!!
golfer!reader who’s school had an agreement with their town’s country club to use it’s course for practice. Every day on the course for hours playing holes, and hitting on the driving range. Though throughout the season you became less and less passionate about the sport, only staying because your best friend wanted to be on the team but was scared to play alone, and you had been playing since primary school so you figured ‘why not?’
golfer!reader who stopped showing up to practices because you hated playing on a team with such good players, while only being considered “average.”
golfer!reader who finally started showing up to practice again after your best friend told you about the guys on the team who wouldn’t stop joking about how she looked in the golf uniforms, making a clear statement to stay away from her when not yelling ‘fore’ after hitting a golf ball at their group.
golfer!reader who meets an arrogant jerk when waiting in line for the bathroom in the clubhouse, hearing a whistle then scoffing after you locked eyes with a pale boy, with blue hair and a few long scars across his face.
golfer!reader who feels the shift in his demeanor, once he realizes you weren’t going to fall at his feet just because he had money. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable when he walks up behind you, his face twisting into a somewhat condescending expression before opening his mouth to say something, Only to be cut off by a different person walking into the clubhouse, calling for the guy, who you now know is Mahito, and telling him to hurry up because their tee time is quickly approaching.
golfer!reader who’s thinks about that moment every time you walk toward the clubhouse, worried of encountering him again, until one day you walk in and see your best friend talking to him, with stars in her eyes, and a completely lovestruck look on her face. His face sporting a shit eating grin the second he sees you, “we should play golf together sometime, you look real pretty in that skirt, and I’d love to see more of it” he whispers to her, just loud enough that you could hear while getting tokens to hit more golf balls on the range. You shot him a look, only making him look more content with his actions before you walked outside.
golfer!reader who ended up getting taken along with on the day she and mahito went golfing, finding yourself in a golf cart with a self absorbed prick, with blue eyes and white hair. Every other shot talking about how amazing he is, even though he shot double par on every. Single. Hole.
You had to watch your friend fall into the blue haired jerk’s trap the whole day because she was so excited about the attention she was getting from him. And everytime she giggled or blushed at a comment of his, he threw you a smug look, acting as if he had just just won some type of game between the two of you.
You prayed to whatever god was there to give you patience, when mahito asked for lessons for him and the snowy haired jerk for a charity event they participated in every year.
This was gonna be a long, long season.
a/n: I’m so so sorry if this is bad!! It’s been years since the last time I was writing for other people, so trying to format this in a good way has been a little hard so far! Please interact if you enjoyed so I can tell if this is something people want!! Thank you!
I finished re-writing the plot line for hole in one, and the entire storyline just fell out of my head and onto paper and I actually love it
Yay! I was just about to read it! I am excited to see where the story goes!
How do you decide what kinds of things you want to write over?
Hi!!
So it kind of depends on what has inspired me lately, so my first fic on here was inspired by Greek mythology and I have been a huge mythology nerd for forever.
Music also plays a big part in my life so if I hear a song I really like a story can come from that.
So it is mostly just what my brain latches onto at that time!
Thank you for asking!
If anyone wants to send asks about my fics or anything please do, I am bored out of my mind rn
I wanna write more for this but I have two series before this 🫠
Okay so I need you guys to hear me out on something- we all know about reader being a part of yandere!geto’s congregation, us basically worshipping him and that’s great but what about him worshipping reader?
Like him declaring reader a saint or divine being or something (I don’t have everything worked out yet) and keeping them confined to the inner part of the cult with him. He would take excellent care of reader, mommy suguru, who would only address the congregation behind a curtain or a veil because he is POSSESSIVE over his saint.
Do we fuck with that dash?
Okay so the first chapter of Dirty little secret will most likely posted tomorrow or Sunday also I have an outlaw!Yuki drabble that will be posted soon 👀
TW- yandere behaviour, isolation, baby trapping, slight deification
Suguru had noticed you vaguely as a part of his congregation early on. You had a quieter demeanour than the others who flocked to him for selfish reasons. Your non-sorcerer status was not something that he could just over look so he didn’t pay much attention to you.
That was until he was until he saw you with the twins. He had brought them to the cult since no one could watch them and a meeting had ran too long. They had somehow managed to make it all the way to the lobby by the time he found them.
What he hadn’t expected was you to be crouched down to their level, speaking softly to them. You had a soft smile on your face as you had comforted them.
Maybe his obsession started then or when you had led them to him, a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.
All Suguru knows is that he can’t let you leave him or the girls now.
After a few weeks of him getting to know about you, about your family and all other aspects of your life he only is more enthralled. He starts to make a plan to get you in his arms.
Suguru would never force you, he isn’t a monster! You just need a push to see that only he can protect and love you the way you deserve. He can’t be blamed for helping you see what was obvious to him.
You are so confused and scared as the people close to you drop like flies. He feels bad at the panic in your eyes as you tell him that something has cursed you. But it is a small price to pay to keep you safe with him.
Suguru convinces you that he can’t let help you if you move in with him. He explains that demonic spirits cannot enter the time vessel building so as long as you stay here you won’t be touched. You mostly comply but when you get too adventurous he sends one of his curses to spook you back into his waiting arms.
He finds joy in soothing your worries and fears. Suguru always guides your weeping face into his chest for comfort. You have so many but you don’t need to worry about anything anymore, Suguru has you and he wasn’t going to let you go.
Because you are something divine, a being of pure light trapped in a non-sorcerer’s body and he is going to worship you the way you deserve. You have his undivided devotion for as long as he lives, he wouldn’t dream of letting a saint out of his arms.
When he finally coaxes you into his bed his conviction of you being divine is proven right. You are perfect in every way, you were made just for him, sent his way by fate to make up for his terrible existence.
When he convinces you to marry him you are presented as the saint you are. He dresses you in the finest clothing and you sit with him above his congregation.
But he sees how the men look at you so a screen is put up so they can only see a vague outline of you. He can’t let non-sorcerers see you, it would be too much for them.
Suguru’s heart breaks when you express your discontent with your life. His chest aches as you cry about how lonely you feel. He kisses away your tears and pulls you into his lap.
Maybe he should give you another child, he knows how much you adore the twins but a child that held both of your DNA could keep you here and happy. He can already see another child, one with your eyes, running around. And you would look so beautiful pregnant with his child.
That last thought steels his resolve.
Suguru will always make sure to keep you happy, with any means necessary.
Next drabble
Dirty little Secret - Setlist
Summary - On the first night of your band’s new tour everyone is excited for what the new tour will bring. After an incident on opening night you and Suguru get pulled into Satoru’s orbit but how will the three of you handle this new relationship?
And the scandal that is just around the corner.
Pairing - Guitarist!Geto x Singer!Reader x Fanboy!Gojo
Content - Fluff, Angst, smut, p i v sex, exhibitionism, oral (male and female), unhealthy cooping mechanisms (like drinking, smoking, drug use, etc.) trauma, depression, homophobia, misogyny, anxiety, secret relationship
A/N - Currently working on the first track!
Art- (Geto) @-to_Ofu, (Gojo) @-su2kuna on X
Divider- @enchanthings
Tracks
Track 1: Loser
Track 2: loading…
Track 3: loading…
Track 4: loading…
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Okay so I need you guys to hear me out on something- we all know about reader being a part of yandere!geto’s congregation, us basically worshipping him and that’s great but what about him worshipping reader?
Like him declaring reader a saint or divine being or something (I don’t have everything worked out yet) and keeping them confined to the inner part of the cult with him. He would take excellent care of reader, mommy suguru, who would only address the congregation behind a curtain or a veil because he is POSSESSIVE over his saint.
Do we fuck with that dash?
Heaven is here- if you want it
You’re the closest to heaven I will ever get- Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls
Summary - Who knew that picking up that old book from the antique shop would lead to you accidentally summoning a demon? Not you.
Pairing - Demon!Sukuna x reader
Content - Fluff, CRACK, smut, Sukuna’s wonderful personality, talks about religion (briefly), the curse of all archaeologists and historians to accidentally summon things they shouldn’t
Word count - 6.1k
A/N - All demons can be glorified house cats if you try hard enough.
You had known that buying that old tattered book was a bad idea when you could barely read it. It had a dark leather cover and had multiple crosses burned into it, like it was trying to keep something in there. And the pages all were in latin- which you couldn’t read.
Sure you took a semester of Latin but that was the extent of your knowledge. And that had faded over time. But you had resolved to buy it and translate it yourself. It would be a fun challenge for you to do in your free time after your exams.
During exams you had completely forgotten about the book until a week after your last class ended for the summer.
You had been cleaning out your desk when you rediscovered the book in all its hideous glory. With a glass of cheap wine you went through it in a deeper way, looking through it for any semblance of understanding. But all you could come up with was a list of ingredients.
Maybe it was an old cookbook?
The Latin in it was older than what you learned in college. It must be an earlier version of it- maybe even a local strand of it special to a specific town or region. You flip to a random page and decide to try and figure out what it says. The page is burnt at the edges and has a picture of- what you assume- is an oddly specific way to stir the soup?
No, if the Latin translator you found online was right it was a chilli. If this is an actual recipe that you can translate you will be on the fast track of getting recognized by the rest of the Historian community.
Standing up from the couch you walk into your shitty kitchen. You put a pot on the stove and rifle through your spice cabinet for everything you will need. It is both specific and vague, calling for things like thyme and then something that just translates to red.
Half way through the ordiel you end up on the floor, the book in your hands and your old laptop close by. Typing in a word into the translator you see that word that translates to red again. Maybe red food colouring would work. Most people back when you assume this book was written didn’t bother with colouring their food a certain way on a regular basis. But certain plants would have that natural color to change it to red.
You get up and grab your old bottle of red food coloring from the back. This should hopefully work, if it didn’t you were back to square one. Two drops of food coloring enter the pot and it turns a bloody red.
You stir it in the way the book showed, in a star motion.
After that you decide to taste it- which was a bad idea because it tastes awful. You gag and sputter as you get a cup of water. Downing almost the whole thing you heave.
Maybe these people had very different taste buds from you but that was the worst chilli you ever had.
Sitting back on the floor you open the book again. You look at the pages with a frown as the letters don’t make any more sense than ten minutes ago.
A tremor runs through your apartment. The walls shake and you hear glass breaking. You hold onto the counter for dear life, try not to panic and hope the tremor will pass soon.
A minute later you can breathe easy as it passes. Still holding the book you open your phone to check and see what that was. You briefly look up because something black catches your eye that wasn’t there before. A man comes into your view, he stands a few feet away from you.
The man now standing in your kitchen is tall, much taller than any regular human, six-four at the least. He probably has about a head or two on you if you were standing on your toes. But that isn’t the only thing that is off about him. Two horns are on his head and twist back like a ram’s horns.
His red eyes look around your messy kitchen in confusion. He also looks somewhat disappointed and you can’t blame him. You were a poor college student and couldn’t afford a good apartment unless you sold your soul for it. But as he glares at it you feel a little offended. It may be a shitty kitchen, but it was your shitty kitchen.
Eventually his eyes settle on yours.
“What do you want from me?” His voice seems to boom in your kitchen like he was talking into a microphone.
“Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?” You counter his question with one of your own.
“You summoned me.” He tells you like you were stupid.
“I am pretty sure I didn’t-”
The man -demon? you can’t tell- groans and rubs his temples like you were the one inconveniencing him. After a second of you staring at him, he speaks again.
“Sweet lucifer.” He curses and joins you on the floor. “Let’s just get this over with.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, telling him to continue speaking.
“You summoned a demon, me-” He points to himself, “with this book” then points to the book.
“So this isn’t a cookbook?” You ask him for clarification, you need to know what type of book this is to fully translate it.
“No, this is a grimoire.”
You sigh deeply, “So what happens now? Do I sell you my soul or whatever?”
The demon looks contemplative as he stares at you. His red gaze makes you shift, it was intense and electricfying.
You can’t deny the demon’s attractiveness, his exposed torso is muscled and broad, his face all sharp angles. Even his nonhuman features added to his appeal. You had already noticed the horns but now you see a black pointed tail switching behind him as he thinks.
“Y'know what? I will grant your wish for free.” He says with a smirk that shows his pointed canines.
A free wish- but how far can you go? Do most people wish for money? Or youth? What do you actually want?
You look at him then at the book and then to him again.
“You can read this right?” You ask slowly.
“I can do anything you want.” He says, smirk widening.
“Then I want you to help me translate this book.”
The demon’s red eyes widen in surprise and his smirk drops, “That’s what you want? Not wealth or eternal youth?”
“Neither of those things interest me,” You hold the book up to him, “this does!”
His unconvinced attitude is back in full force as he groans. You wonder if he expected something grand. All things considered you were fine financially and eternal life seems lonely.
“Besides this could help us understand how the people who wrote this lived and where! I couldn’t understand the Latin in it but it may be a old form of it, maybe even the earliest form of it so we can trace it back to where Latin was first used-”
He puts a hand over your mouth, cutting you off mid ramble about the Latin language. You blink in confusion as he holds his hand there for a while.
“Do you ever stop talking woman?” He hissed at you.
If you could answer you would tell him no but you can’t at the moment.
“Don’t answer that-” He sighs, “I will grant your wish.”
You light up like a firework. This would be so helpful to your career, you can already imagine the paper you could write about this. The demon on the other hand doesn’t look so happy about this.
Finally he removes his hand from your mouth and you smile at him, not minding him shutting you up anymore.
“Thank you for this!” You go to hug him only to be pushed back by one of his arms.
“Don’t touch me human.” He growls at you.
“What is your name? Or something I can call you?” You ask him.
“Sukuna- let’s get this over with.”
Sukuna has been summoned by humans for thousands of years. He has been asked for so many things that the requests blend together. The most prominent things are youth or wealth, he loves to twist those two wishes.
The most recent man to summon him was a businessman, who had a decent amount of money but Sukuna can always see the gleam of pure greed in people’s eyes. He had wished to become the most wealthy man in the world.
Sukuna had barely suppressed a grin as he granted his wish. The man was so pleased with his wish, watching the zeros extended far then anyone else had. But he was soon arrested for running an illegal underground drug ring. Sukuna had made him wealthy but the man had never specified how he wanted to make him wealthy.
You were an outlier to this. He has seen his far share of scholars but they always ask for fame, which eventually leads to them either being killed by fans or going insane. You had surprised him with your wish.
Sukuna had been sure you would wish for something different from how you had looked at him. The way you looked him over had been not with fear but something much better, want. And he was prepared to give you what you wanted. No one else had wished for him before so he was flattered and even gave you the wish for free.
And now he is stuck being a translator. The second in command to Lucifer, one of the most feared demons in history is a damn translator for the duration of this wish. He would be a laughing stock if anyone found out.
The grimoire you have is long so it will take at least a week if not two before it is done.
You were excited about this and had gathered a notebook and pencil. He just rolls his eyes at your excitement, letting you know about his displeasure at being used this way. You didn’t seem to care about that- which only made him more irritated.
“Okay!” You look at him expectantly and tap your pencil on the paper. “Let's start on this.”
Sukuna grabs the book and begins to read it to you. You scribble down the words on the paper as he reads. Over the course of a few hours you take notes and write down the translation.
Every so often you stop him to ask a question about the words and if they have different meanings in a different context as well as about punctuation
He also meets your cat. The little beast attempts to lay on the papers you are working on and is genuinely a nuisance. At one point you have to hold the cat with one arm and write with the other.
“Alright! Let’s stop for the night.” You say with delight.
He huffs and closes the book. You get up and stretch with a hum. His eyes catch on the sliver of skin that shows as your shirt rides up. He feels his mouth water looking at it. But as soon as he sees it you lower your arms and the skin is covered up again.
“Do demons sleep?” You ask curiosity plain on your face as you look at him as if he were a test subject.
“I don’t have too but I assume you would feel better if I did?” Sukuna says and you turn bashful.
“Only if you want to- let me get you a blanket and pillows so you can take the couch.” You tell him quickly then practically run off to what he assumes is your room.
Maybe this won’t be a total waste of his time.
“Where are you going, human?” Sukuna says to you as you grab your keys from the little cat shaped key ring.
You have spent three days translating the book and are only half way through. Sukuna is a great help if not a little irritated with your questions.
“I have to work so I have a roof over my head.” You explain and slip on your shoes, “also Toffee needs sacrifices.”
Sukuna looks down right offended, “You give that beast sacrifices? It does nothing but bathe and eat all day.”
You can’t help but laugh as the joke flies over his head.
“It was a joke, she hasn’t demanded sacrifices yet but she does demand food.” You explain and wipe the tears out of your eyes from laughing.
He crosses his arms with an unimpressed look that he gives you all too often. You pat his arm in a placating gesture.
“I taught you how to use the remote and Toffee is here to keep you company. I will be back in a few hours.” You tell him with a gentle smile.
Sukuna doesn’t look impressed but turns around to stalk over to the couch. You giggle and walk out the door- he is very interesting in his own grumpy way.
Sukuna doesn’t like being left alone. He feels a deep sense of boredom as he flips through the TV channels. Nothing is interesting to him and you aren’t here to talk to him about your chosen topic. He would prefer that to the pure silence he is now subjected to in your absence.
He tires of flipping through channels quickly and turns the TV off. Toffee looks up at him from her spot in the sunlight shining through the window because of the movement. Her feline eyes are narrowed at him. Raising to the obvious challenge he narrows his eyes right back.
Toffee either is intimidated or doesn’t care because she gets up to wash her ears. He considers this a win and feels rather smug about it. The beast, after deeming her ears clean, saunters over to him. She rubs against him with a meow.
“You have a lot of audacity to touch me, beast.” He grumbles to her. She doesn’t seem to care and continues to rub her head against his calf.
Toffee meows again and paws at his leg for attention. Huffing in irritation he picks her up and brings them eye to eye. She stares at him and Sukuna stares back.
“I don’t like you.” Sukuna tells her.
Toffee looks like she doesn’t believe him.
Work is boring.
After the morning rush at your job the day is filled with boredom and cleaning everything multiple times for something to do. You are cleaning the counter for what feels like when Haibara, your relief, comes in. He is all smiles and you don’t know how he can be so cheerful in the service industry you give him props for it.
“So how was your three days off?” He asks as you take off your apron and clock out.
You pause for just a moment because how do you explain that you accidentally summoned a demon while trying to recreate a recipe and now you have him in your apartment. He would call you crazy, possibly call a psych ward too and you have to finish translating that book before any of that can happen.
“They were great! It was just what I needed.” You say, trying to match his cheerfulness.
The two of you talk long after you are supposed to leave. You tell him about and show him pictures of Toffee. Haibara tells you about his latest date with Kento. Looking up at the clock you realize that you had been talking with Haibara for twenty minutes.
Shit- you need to get home. With a hasty goodbye you practically sprint to your car.
When you get back you find Sukuna on the couch, Toffee laying on his lap as he watches something on the TV. You shut the door softly so you don’t disturb both of them.
Sukuna immediately looks toward the door at your arrival. You give him a small wave and take off your shoes. It feels so good to be home. You can’t help but breathe deeply as you enter the main part of your apartment.
“Please get this beast off me.” Sukuna demands as you walk over to the two of them.
“Poor baby.” You coo at Toffee and scoop her up into your arms. Sukuna rolls his eyes as you baby her.
“She has been terrorising me all morning.” He tells you.
You raise an eyebrow, “I don’t know if I believe you.”
“I am a trustworthy source.” Sukuna says and stands, using his height on you as an intimidation tactic.
You don’t budge but a blush creeps up the back of your neck. Quickly moving out of the way so you don’t feel so caged in you put Toffee down and retreat to the kitchen.
“So how was your day?” You ask him, trying to defuse the heat in your cheeks.
“Fine.” He says straight to the point, his eyes still on you.
You both don’t really talk after that as you make dinner.
For being a demon he isn’t that bad of a person. You had expected him to trash your apartment or something of that nature. But your apartment was in mint condition and even Toffee was untouched. Maybe demons just get a bad reputation?
“So is the christian belief system real?” You ask as you sit down next to Sukuna with your dinner in hand.
He snorts, “You are speaking with a demon and you are asking whether I am real?”
“Well…” You trail off, embarrassed but still curious. Sukuna catches on quickly.
“You can choose which religion you want to be associated with.” He explains with a annoyed air to his voice, “Then you are judged by that belief system,”
Oh. That actually sounds great and rather inclusive.
The two of you lapse into silence again as you take in that information. You had been raised religious and it had affected your relationship with him. You had been terrified that he was a purely malicious being but he had proved you wrong.
After years of coming to terms with it you had been certain you would be going to hell but maybe there is a chance that you aren’t.
A fluttery feeling makes itself at home in your chest as you look him over.
“Do you want to continue with the book?” You ask, ignoring it.
“Yeah.”
After that day Sukuna and Toffee would be waiting for you on the couch when you come home from work. Sukuna claimed to not like the cat but she was always touching him in some way so you don’t really believe him. He had also taken a liking to cooking shows.
Demons can eat but apparently don’t truly need to eat. Something about the souls they consumed could keep them fed for thousands of years. Sukuna had bragged that he had consumed thousands of souls so food was no longer necessary for him. It was funny to see him watch those shows while denying any food you offer him.
But you were never one to kink shame.
“Why are you staring at me Woman?” He asks you, a brow raised in question.
You smile sweetly, “Just thinking! Also can I touch your horns? They are interesting.”
That earns you a nasty glare from the demon. It was bad for him that you lost your fear for him a few hours into his first day here. You respected his boundaries but that didn’t mean you didn’t poke them some times for a reaction.
“No you may not.” He growls at you and looks away with a huff.
You can’t help but giggle as he acts like a spoiled house cat. You also wonder if all demons are like house cats or are others more violent.
“Stop laughing.” He demands, his gaze returning to yours.
Trying hard to compose yourself you take a deep breath, only to laugh harder.
“Sorry!” You wheeze out as he looks more and more irritated with you.
Sukuna, much to his credit, only rolls his eyes. He gets up and makes his way to the kitchen. After your laughing fit you follow after him, curiosity in every step.
“What are you doing?” You ask him as he pulls out a few pots and pans.
“What does it look like?” He responds gruffly and you step out of his way so he can get to the stove.
“I thought demons don't need to eat?”
“I don’t need human food but I am bored so I thought I would try it.” He explains before practically pushing you out of your own kitchen.
Demons are weird beings.
A week after you summoned him you are fifty pages away from having it fully translated. There is a new sense of excitement and anticipation in you as the last page gets closer. But something pulls at your chest.
You don’t want Sukuna to go. He is good company, even his grumpiness is endearing in a way. Maybe you are just lonely but the closer the last page gets the more your heart drops into your stomach.
So when Haibara texts you about going out you take it as a way to prolong Sukuna’s stay. You put on the best dress you have, one that hugs you tight but not in an unflattering way.
Sukuna watches as you apply your makeup, it makes a shiver run down your spine to have his attention.
“Why are you staring at me?” You ask him over your shoulder.
He huffs and looks away, “I wasn’t.”
You giggle at his attitude and keep applying your mascara. Once you deem yourself fit to go out you get up. Sukuna watches your every movement and you try not to be too awkward under his gaze.
“Where are you going now?” He asks, his arms crossed and tail flicking with what you assume is irritation, just like a cat.
“Haibara asked me if I wanted to go out and we can finish up the translation tomorrow since I am off all day!” You explain and put on your heels.
His red eyes narrow but he doesn’t speak anymore. The air in the room gets colder somehow. You feel the tension rise in the room as you walk out the door into the hall.
That is new.
You are going out with a man.
Sukuna can feel his irritation rise by the minute. The rage prickles right under his skin. Another man is touching you in the way he should. He had never planned on getting attached to you but he now can’t handle letting you go.
At first it was just attraction, your body drove him wild. You didn’t seem to understand that he was affected by it. Then your laugh began to make his heart feel like it was dying. He was in far too deep to lose you to a stupid mortal man, he can’t please you like he could.
Maybe he should show you how much better he is than that man.
You feel good, the alcohol makes everything light and pleasant. It helps you not think about Sukuna who will be out of your life in a day. You can drink and forget.
“I think you should stop drinking!” Haibara yells over the loud music.
“I am not drunk!” You say and stand up only to wobble. Haibara is beside you in an instant, supporting you as you walk to the door.
“You are going to have the worst headache tomorrow.” He says with disapproval in his tone.
“It’s fine!” You tell him with a drunken giggle.
Haibara calls a cab and helps you into the back seat. You are a complete mess as you sit in the back seat.
He sits next to you as your drunken high turns to a drunken low. Tears prick your eyes as you remember that Sukuna is close to being out of your life. You sob into Haibara’s shoulder as he pats your back.
The cab driver stops the car and Haibara helps you out. You stumble a little but mostly make your way into the door by yourself. He has a hand on your lower back and a hand holding yours for balance.
Not deeming yourself fit for the stairs, Haibara helps you into the elevator. About halfway up to your apartment you realize that Haibara will want to help you into bed. He will see Sukuna and then you don’t know how to explain that to him.
‘Hey Haibara, so this is a demon I accidentally summoned that may or may not be dangerous and by the way I might have a major crush on!’
How do you get out of this situation?
You step out of the elevator and see your door. It feels too close for comfort, your bubbly drunk high is slowly replaced with mounting anxiety as you get closer. Haibara guides you to a stop in front of your door. As he goes to knock the door opens.
“How much did you drink?” Sukuna’s voice curls around your anxiety.
He looks… human. The ram's horns are gone and so is his tail. His eyes are more brown then red now but still have red undertones. The tattoos are still there but less prominent. Bagging jeans and a shirt have replaced the robe he was wearing.
Haibara looks confused between the two of you. Sukuna huffs and takes your left side to guide you into the apartment.
“Thank you for helping my girlfriend home.” He basically growls, Haibara looks even more confused at his comment and glare.
As the door shuts in his face the word ‘girlfriend’ swims around your mostly sober head. You are bright red as he guides you to the couch. He huffs in annoyance as you flop back onto it.
“You are so helpless like this.” He grouses as he kneels down to undo the buckles of your heels.
His hands are warm against your ankles and you are in shock. It's so much more gentle than before. You can still feel the tense air from when you left but as he helps you out of your heels his touch is tender.
His current appearance doesn’t help the images you now have in your head of Sukuna being your boyfriend. You can imagine slow mornings with him on your days off, him learning to like Toffee and being there when you get home.
If he could look like this at will then you could go out together-
“Stop thinking.” Sukuna leans up to flick your forehead and you put a hand to it in reflex.
“Sorry.” You mutter and look away from him.
“Was that the mortal who asked you out to the bar?” Sukuna’s gaze goes dark as he asks you.
“Yes-”
He rests both large hands on the back of the couch, his arms caging you in. Your face is mere inches apart as he looks at you with a mix of jealousy and lust. His red eyes trace your parted lips, then look up to you. Your breath hitches as his nose bumps with yours as he kisses you.
The kiss starts off slow, almost reverent, then his tongue licks your bottom lip. His pace quickens as you open your lips to let him in. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you.
“Mine.” He growls into your mouth, a hand resting on your thigh.
A heat ignites deep in your bones as he says it. His lips leave heated marks where they trace your skin. You gasp as his fingers ghost under the hem of your dress.
You need this. Ever since you saw him you knew you needed it. You wonder if he knows that because of the smirk on his lips as he kisses you. Sukuna flips your positions so you are straddling his lap, his hands rest on your hips as you adjust.
“You have been teasing me this entire time.” He says and his teeth graze your neck.
His teeth on your neck has you squirming in his lap. He chuckles at your reaction and sinks his teeth into your collar bone, not enough to hurt but enough to feel blood beed on the surface of your skin. As repentance he licks away the blood and kisses the broken skin.
With his hands on your hips he guides you as you grind on him slowly. It’s sinfully slow and you want more, need more.
“I need more!” You whine as his hands run up and down your sides.
“No one makes demands of me.” Sukuna says and reclines back to watch you grind down on his lap.
A languid smirk spreads on his lips.
Sukuna thinks about keeping you like this for all the times you had teased him. He thinks it a fitting punishment for you. It would be fun to watch you grind down on him and get no relief. He wonders if he could bring you to tears this way.
You would look so pretty with tears in your eyes. It would ruin the makeup you had put on for tonight. Your mascara would be running down your flushed cheeks as you beg him for release.
He cups your cheek and you lean into his touch. A pleading look on your face and a slight pout to your lips. How could he deny you with that expression on your face?
Dropping the human form it's easier to slip out of his clothes. The robe leaves nothing to the imagination as he grins at you.
Pulling your dress he gets a glimpse of what he has been craving for a week now. Your panties are soaked as you are perched on his lap. And your chest is almost spilling out of your lacey excuse for a bra.
Sukuna runs a hand down your body as you fiddle with the belt to his robe. He hisses as you expose his dick to the cold air of your apartment. It has been a few years since he has had a good fuck so his cock is sensitive to your light touch.
“Ride me, I want to be as deep inside of you as I can get.” He says as you run your hand over his length a few times.
You give him an innocent little smile as you sink down on him.
Sukuna thinks he might have gone to heaven as your tight cunt sucks him in. He grips your hips as you take all of him in. Your cunt might be the closest he will ever get to this pearly gates and he is happy with that. It was much more welcoming than that stuffy place.
You have a slight scrunch in between your brows as you adjust to his size. Soft hands find purchase on his broad shoulders as you steady yourself. After you settle you move.
“That’s it, you’ve got it.” He praises you as you ride him.
Sukuna feels you tighten around him as he says it. You must like praise, he will have to abuse that.
His hands trace up your stomach to the flimsy bra you have on. It doesn’t take long for his hands to rip the bra off of you. You look a little bit upset about that but it is replaced by pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth. There is no complaint out of you after that.
Your movements pick up pace as you reach your high. Sukuna sucking and biting on your chest is driving you closer. Trying to find something else to hold onto your hands snake up into his hair. Your fingertips graze the junction of his horns and his head.
Sukuna lets out a low growl as you touch them lightly, curious about how sensitive they are.
“I told you not to touch those.” He warns you.
“When have I- fuck-” Sukuna thrusts up into you, cutting off your sentence, “ever listened to you about stuff like that?”
“Maybe I will just have to fuck some sense into you.” He suggests and begins to fuck you in ernest.
You keep a firm hold of his horns as he picks up a brutal pace. It is both too much and not enough. Finally he finds your g-spot. Sukuna chuckles low in his chest as you whine and it goes straight to your clit. His deep thrusts become targeted at that spot as your body writhes on his lap.
Then you are over the edge, cumming all over his cock. It feels so good. Your thighs trimble as you milk his dick. He ruts up into you as your orgasm triggers his own. Sukuna’s teeth are at your collar bone as he cums. You pant as his teeth draw blood as he spills out into you. His iron grip on you tightens as he rides his high.
“I needed that.” Sukuna mutters into the crook of your neck. His breath tickles your neck and you let out a little giggle at his sudden clinginess.
“Me too,” You say but are cut off by a yawn, “but I would like to go to bed soon, I am tired.”
“I don’t think that you are in any position to make demands of me.” He looks at you with a self assured smirk.
You raise and eyebrow, “I own this house and I can never fuck you again if you want to be that way.”
He glares but stands up, his arms around you to keep himself in you. It felt intimate to be this close with him. He is warm and surprisingly gentle with you as you move to your bed.
Sukuna lays down on the bed with you buried in his chest.
“I am staying inside you.” He tells you with no room for argument.
“I have no objections.” You laugh and get comfortable.
It is quiet for a while after that as you two drink each other in. You don’t complain as it gives you time to think about what just happened and what will happen after you finish that book.
“Hey,” You say softly, “do you think that if we don’t finish that book you will not be sent back to hell?”
Sukuna blinks down at you in surprise, which smooths out into a smirk.
“I am sure that will work but are you prepared to keep me around?” He asks you.
“More than prepared- are you ready to deal with me?” You challenge him back.
“Always.”
You stand awkwardly against one of the gallery's white walls with a glass of champagne. People walk around looking at the different historical statues, papers and jewellery. Despite being here as a honoured guest it is still not your regular crowd of people.
This is also a little daunting to be here even after your rise to fame. Even with the pages missing the book and translation got the attention of both the historical and archaeological communities. You were shocked at all the recognition that you got from it.
You had expected a few people to notice and maybe a few to reach out to you about it but not fancy galas and snobby rich people thinking that they can just buy the book off of you.
That is how you have gotten into your current predicament.
“How much would you say this grimoire is worth? I have enough to purchase it and even a little more.” The man says with a slimy grin.
You can’t punch this man in the face, you have to accept an award later. So you need a different way out of this situation-
“Found you.”
A pair of strong hands come to rest on your hips. You look back to see Sukuna just behind you, a glare that could kill is pointed at the man talking to you.
“I was wondering when you would get here!” You exclaim and turn around to wrap your arms around his neck.
Pressing a kiss to his cheek he chuckles, “I got stuck in traffic.”
As if on cue the man talking to you practically sprints away. Sukuna looks completely unimpressed with the man as he makes his speedy exit. You laugh at his expression and tug his head down so he looks at you.
“That pretentious asshole doesn’t matter,” You tell him as he grins at you, “now let’s go get this award so I can get out of these heels.”
“I have no objections to that.” Sukuna drawls and lets you take his hand to pull him through the crowd of people.
Maybe opening that old book wasn’t such a bad idea.
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Fanboy!Gojo who basically becomes a sugar baby for Guitarist!Geto and Singer!Reader.
Gojo was against it at first he had reluctantly accepted the gifts and money that you two shower him with. Clothes, jewellery and food are all given to him as if he didn’t have any money of his own. His pride couldn’t take not paying for himself but his resolve begins to waver after a while.
Eventually he fully accepts his role in the relationship, his walls dropping to let You and Suguru take care of him.
Sorry for being inactive but writers block has been kicking my ass 😭
Sooo finishing up Demon Sukuna but currently plotting out Guitarist!Geto x Reader x Fanboy!Gojo do you guys want like a series or just a one shot? Because I have ideas for both. 🤭