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mean cult leader! Suguru x subby f! reader - MDNI - be warned Suguru is really fucking mean in this, like... degradation, calling us 'dumb puppy' - we are in a cage, with a tail (plug hehe) and wearing a collar lmao
You are in trouble with your cult leader…
Is he a boyfriend?
He calls himself your owner, especially right now when he’s tightening your cute little pink collar down on your neck - it even has little heart diamond studs.
Only the best for you.
He's tugging you by it with his dark brows lowered, his robes slightly parted when he shoves you down on the floor, pinning your head right down by pressing on the back of your neck.
“What did you say to me while I was giving my speech?” He asks, humming just a bit as his hands tangle in your hair and tug, your little ears he keeps on you slipping from their clips.
“N-nothing, Suguru - ah!”
Suguru tugs the slutty skirt he makes you wear up over your ass, hand landing with a sharp thwack on it, handprint blossoming. “Answer me now, or do you want the muzzle on all day?”
You bite down on your lower lip when he presses your face down harder against the floor, tugging your ass up by your hips, cunt dripping wet once the air hits it. He muzzles you when you misbehave, he puts you in your pretty cage with your favorite stuffies, making sure you have what you need even as he isolates you.
“I said nothing.”
“You know how this goes for you, tsk,” Suguru might love you – a pathetic little fucking pet and all – but you surely have to learn your place. “Soaking wet like a dumb puppy, think I’ll touch you?”
“Please I n-need it…” Suguru smirks, he might love the sight of your soaking wet cunt but he’s not giving you what you want right now, not after your mouth. “Sugu - ah!”
He smacks your cunt hard, dragging two long fingers up your sloppy little slit – just enough to make you think you’re getting what you want, but instead just spitting right on your ass and letting it drip down, swirling your slick and that saliva and shoving into your ass.
“Suguru!” You’re so full.
“Admit what you said, pathetic little pet,” you’re too stretched out, cunt empty and fluttering around nothing, slick dripping down as the stretch of your other hole makes you needier. “Want me to make you keep that tail in your little ass all fucking day?”
“N-no!” You actually wouldn’t mind but…
He’s so damn mad you could cum from a few pumps of his mean fingers inside.
“Say it.” You say nothing on purpose, earning a disappointed sigh now, a sound you know will lead to the sweetest punishment. “Spread wide then, little pet.”
You do as he asks, your head down with the little tag on your collar clicking the floor beneath you, the hard wood that is soaking up the remnants of his spit and your pretty tears. Suguru hums in pleasure at the perfect sight when he spits right on your ass again, cool metal of the plug slipping and pushing right in.
“Ngh!! Please…”
“Loosen up, you can take it, can’t you? You’re not that pathetic,” you love the pressure when he pushes that tail in deep, the fluffy tail slipping across your thighs, brushing softly on your skin and tickling. Suguru tugs you to your knees now, with a sharp tug at your collar, choking you out. “I should walk you around just like this, on your hands and knees in front of everyone.”
Before you can answer, he smacks your ass hard, the sting makes you cry out, your body jerking forward.
"Count them," he commands softly. "And with each one, I want you to tell me who you belong to."
"One…” He hums just a bit, his cock just leaking beneath his robes. “I belong to you, Suguru."
“Good pet.”
He smacks again.
"Two... I belong to you, Suguru."
He smacks you over and over, until your voice is hoarse from it, nails pressing into the soft rug beneath you. Three, four, five – so many you lose count, dizzy with need, your ass covered in red welts. Only then when you’re babbling and sniffling, when you’re drooling does he ease back, pulling you up by your collar until you're kneeling.
"Good pet," he murmurs softly, almost lovingly, finally pressing his body against yours, his shape hard and throbbing through his robes – right along your spine. "Who do you belong to?"
“You, you,” he chuckles, swiping the drool from the corner of your lips. “Mmm… Sugu please…”
“Good pet, I think you’ve earned just a little reward,” his hand slips between your thighs, fingers finally finding your needy, neglected little clit, circling it slowly as you moan and arch against him. “Desperate little puppy – so pathetic.”
"I need..."
"What do you need?" his teeth sharply bite the side of your neck, pain pricking as those fingers circle your clit faster. "Tell me exactly what you need, hmm? I want to be good for my pet when you listen."
You're so desperate now for more that you'd say anything he wants to hear, cunt dripping down his fingers, he laughs at just how wet you get. “Nghhh…”
“Words, pet, or I’ll walk you around, hands and knees.”
“N-need y-y-you…”
“N-need. Y-y-you - hah, pathetic, dumb puppy,” he yanks his fingers away, making you whimper pathetically in need. “Can’t talk already?”
“Need you to fuck me, Suguru – please, I need your cock ins-side me."
He chuckles, clearly pleased you could put a word together at all, pushing you back down to your knees and arching your ass up. "Since you asked so nicely, of course I will..."
Suguru turns on the little button that makes that tail vibrate inside you, a sweet, mean torture as the fat head of his cock glides up and down your slit. “Mngh…”
“Gonna finally listen, hmm? When I tell you what to do?” He whispers, teasing you more and more as he moves that cock up and down, dripping and just pulsing out messy white pre. “Answer me if you want it inside, could cum like this – should I cum all over you, every inch? Have them all see what’s mine?”
“I’l llisten…”
“You won’t,” he sighs, sliding his cock up and down again, feeling you wriggling and arching, pulling back. “There, my cock was on your little cunt. That’s good enough, yeah?”
“No! Please, bein’ s’mean…” You’re mumbling again, thighs shaking, watching him pull back and walk over to where he keeps all sorts of treats for you.
“Eat one of these and don’t touch yourself,” you obey when he puts a chocolate in your mouth, making you chew it and smirking. “I have to finish something, don’t move an inch and obey me, like a good pet, hmm?”
“Mhm,” you know his game, you know this chocolate is going to make you ache even more, when those vibrations keep going off in your ass, and that tail is shaking side to side. Suguru carefully and lovingly clips your ears back where they belong, kissing your lips coated in chocolate.
“Be back. Stay.”
*****
You’re about to touch yourself, you’re so close to it that it’s painful, the way you need Suguru inside you, how you need anything but to stay on your knees for him and wait the hour it takes. He carefully walks back in the room, smiling as he sees you in that position, sighing and taking off his robes.
“Like that chocolate, puppy?”
“Mhm,” you’re so fucking wet it’s slippery when Suguru kneels and fingers you, plunging two inside.
“That easy?” He laughs again, he’s a cruel man, Suguru Geto – punishing you for that bratty mouth by edging you, feeding you aphrodisiacs, making you ache in this position. “You listened, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes, I promise… ah!” He pulls back those fingers and sucks your juices off them, humming to himself, pressing your head down so your face is smushed against that rug.
“You did such a good job,” Suguru tugs your cute tail up and finally shoves his fat eight inches deep in your cunt, so deep you scream out, arching for more as he pounds inside your pussy. Mean, desperate strokes that leave no mercy as he tugs that tail, lifting it just so to get a view of the creamy ring at the base of his cock where you’re messing up the carpet.
You’re a drooling mess as you finally get what you’ve been aching for – fucked mean by the cult leader, the one who leans over as he presses his big hand between your shoulder blades, heavy, full balls smacking on your clit.
“You love that, hmm? Being so full, fucked like the stupid little pet you are,” Suguru loves you, by the way – he’d say that, but you’re a slutty little freak who enjoys this. So, he gives it to you – he’s not quite as sadistic as it seems. “Love being a useless little cocksleeve? Waiting all day for dick?”
“Yours,” he groans at your answer, grabbing your hips and pounding his cock with filthy squelches, that tail still stretching your other hole out, he lays prone over the floor, covering you in his heavy weight, his lips brushing your ear.
“My pet, belong to me, don’t you, pretty puppy?” He whispers, as close to sweet as the huge, psychotic man gets, possessive as he is done for as your walls are milking him, vibrations of the plug in your ass making you clamp down. “All mine.”
“Mmm – your pet,” you’re lost then, eyes rolling back as his tip drags right where you need, and you’re shattering for him.
It’s not long after that Suguru pulls out and cums all over your ass, your pussy, your thighs, laughing sadistically at the sight. Not long after he yanks that tail out and fucks you in that hole too, don’t you deserve it, being so good for him? To get all your pretty holes filled, and every inch of your body covered in his cum?
But don’t worry, you get fed even more of those yummy chocolates after – and he makes sure to clean you, with sweet little flicks of his tongue lavishing all that sweet, milky white that is pumped out. It's just right to take care of his pretty, perfect pet when she’s been so good for him.
When you snuggle up in your pretty pink cage later – well, Suguru even leaves the cage door open for you <3
*****
i'm marked mature anyway might as well share this from the drafts LMAO - I was writing this for my bb @indiewritesxoxo forever ago hehe
𝜗❀𝜚 mdni. porn with plot. chasity cage. oral sex (f! receiving). gojo cameo.
“Have you come to repent your sins?”
No, you came to cum.
You squirmed in your confessional seat, glancing through the thin grate separating you from your priest, fiddling with the fancy fabric of your dress as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“I wanted to see you,” you murmured, thighs pressing together as you tried to untangle the treacherous desire coiling around your heart.
Waiting for him to reply with bated breath, fingers trembling as you tried to picture the expression on his face.
Would he blush? Bite down on the inside of his cheek as his dark brows pinched together in disappointment you hadn’t even made it a full day before returning to him?
You heard the creak of the other confessional door swinging open, your pulse pounding in your ears as hope bloomed in your chest - and heat pooled in your core.
Was it wrong to want your priest?
To dream about the low rumble of his voice when he whispered your name or the way his soft hands felt on your face?
Truly, it wasn’t your fault he ensnared your soul - even if he had sworn to save it.
All it had taken was for you to get caught in a semi-compromising position with one of your knights for your family to panic of your virtue.
What good was a princess they couldn’t profit off of? One that might screw up the political alliance they planned on by selling you off to another snobby royal or noble?
Your parents had decided that your promiscuity was a problem only a priest could fix.
Who, in turn, came up with a solution that only made that you so much worse.
Being confined in a chastity cage was supposed to be a lesson. To teach you to not crave the pleasure of the flesh and prevent you from committing a cardinal sin.
Perhaps it would have worked if the only man who had the key didn’t have a proclivity for pleasure himself.
“Don't you have duties to attend to?" Choso dryly asked as he shut himself in with you, nose scrunching up as he scrutinized you, the marking across it standing bold even in the dim shadows of the booth.
"I was in dire need of your guidance," you lied, a little sin you were sure he'd make sure you asked forgiveness for later.
He clicked his tongue twice as he looked down at you, serious stare searing through you as he shook his head.
“Please help me,” you pouted, pushing out your bottom lip and clasping your hands together like you were ready to pray. "You're the only one who can."
He slipped underneath your skirts, big hands drifting over your legs before running across the cool metal of the cage he'd been keeping you all locked up in.
It had been humiliating at first, your face flushing when he showed you that it still allowed you to use the bathroom, that its sole purpose was to prevent anyone else from using you. But after a number of frustrating nights and even more numerous days of returning to his confessional to complain, he proposed a solution to solve your problem - and maybe scratch an itch of your own.
His tongue diving inside you didn't count as sex, right?
The key clicked in the lock.
And freedom felt a lot like his breath on your freshly exposed skin and his fingers sinking into your soft thighs.
"You'll send us both to Hell," he murmured, gravel stuck in his throat before his mouth latched onto your clit and feverishly sucked.
You wouldn't mind going if it was with him.
An afterlife spent squeezing his head between your thighs actually sounded perfect. His tongue swirling lazily around your pussy, drawing soft moans he had to keep shushing, your fingers itching to rake through his dark hair as you threw your head back and bit your lip to stifle your sounds.
A man like him had promised himself to his gods.
He wasn't supposed to marry or even make love.
You supposed you were really just his loophole.
And judging by the way he grunted and groaned as his tongue dragged across your walls, swimming around in the taste of you, you knew no matter how many times he tried to tell himself he was simply serving you, he never failed to finish too.
Thumb dimpling your flesh, his nose nudging so perfectly against the sensitive bud above your entrance, the warmth in your chest making your head feel all fuzzy as you bucked your hips up to drive his tongue further.
You were going to get what you came here for.
On the brink, so close you could practically taste your release yourself, letting out a barely audible whimper of his name as you pressed down on his head through your dress and-
"Well, what do we have here?" An annoyingly familiar voice called out, your eyes snapping open as you found the knight who used to warm your bed leaning again the now-open door.
"L-leave now," you stuttered, the priest between your thighs refusing to stop eating you out even after you'd been caught. His grip only tightened, his tongue forcing its way even deeper as you struggled not to squeak.
"Nah," he smirked, blue eyes glittering with amusement as he chuckled. "I wanna join."
love without loyalty is just lust - but which feeling lies where between the king you've sworn to serve and the clown who'll never be able to make you laugh?
synopsis: the only way for a siren like you to survive was as the king's pet, his pretty nightly pastime who spent years pining after him. but what happens when he's meant to marry another? or when a member of his court offers you a way out?
pairings: king!Sukuna x siren!Reader x jester!Gojo
content: MDNI, mostly angst ngl, medieval fantasy AU, forbidden love, heavy pining, very unbalanced power dynamics, messy relationships, gojo pov!!, asshole yandere!gojo !!, he is in love and he is TERRIBLE about it, reader is going through it
divider by @/bronzewasp
Gojo didn't want to see you like this.
Gagged and tied up, your eyes hidden behind a blindfold as he squatted down to study the way you squirmed against your restraints.
But how the hell else was he supposed to show you that you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself?
That unless you used your voice to protect yourself, you would just end up devoured. Chewed up and spat back out by the court, looked down on by the noble ladies and all the other morons who thought their inherited wealth meant they could push others around.
You inherited something far more valuable.
A gift that you could rule the world with.
And once he made you see that, everything would be solved.
You might be upset with him if you found out how much he had orchestrated. But you'd be grateful one day. Understand why he had to.
This would be your happily ever after.
Right now, you were playing the damsel-in-distress, not left in a dungeon, but the unused basement of the castle his stepmother must have found suitable.
He heard the sound of voices approaching from down the hall, tucking himself back into the shadows, slipping into the single storage closet attached to the dingy room just out-of-sight, waiting for his moment to strike.
His plan wasn't particularly complicated.
He knew his stepmother wouldn't stand for you taking her place, becoming the next queen once he took the throne. Unable to handle being thrown away, losing every ounce of power she wielded to someone she could never control. Gojo barely even had to snoop to discover her plans to pay off a few guards to kidnap you and sell you off in an underground market.
And okay, Gojo could have stopped it.
But wouldn't it be more romantic if he played your hero? Saved you from his wicked stepmother and showed you that you were his priority?
And most importantly, make you to use the ability you'd been blessed with while he was at it?
He could see through the cracked sliver of the door as two burly guards walked in, clearly drunk as they crossed the room, neither even glancing back in the corner he was in as they approached the chair they tied you to after stealing you straight from his bed.
"Think what they say about her is true?" One of them chuckled, daring to put a filthy hand on your hair.
"Careful," the other one half-slurred, slumping against the wall as the coins in his pocket jingled. "I heard she can drive a man mad just from a look."
"She's blindfolded, imbecile," the other one mocked, and you tried to say something, your voice muffled into the gag.
There it was.
His girl trying to fight back.
Before they could push their luck, the door swung open again, and tonight's villain finally decided to show her face.
"Is that thing tied tight?" His stepmother muttered, disgust dripping from her abrasive voice as his hands reflexively reached for the hilt of the sword strapped to his side.
"The gag is secured, Your-" One of the idiotic guards started to insist, but she just scoffed at him.
"I was talking about her."
You were a thing in her eyes.
A pest he had the audacity to bring home and treat like a pet.
To be fair, he sincerely doubted she would be happy with anyone she didn't select herself, irritated when he swore he was preoccupied searching for one and outright incensed that he brought home a woman who wouldn't fear her.
She wanted a puppet.
To act like she throne was hers even if she couldn't sit on it anymore.
Sure, to everyone else, she was doting, sweet, all supportive of the prince that wasn't hers. But Gojo had spent years seeing her for the snake that lived inside her skin.
"Have all the preparations been made?" She asked, walking around to examine you herself. Pinching your chin between her thin fingers before peeling the blindfold off to look directly in your eyes.
"Yes," the other one dutifully answered, shoulders stiff as he stood ready for her next command.
For all her flaws, she knew what you hadn't learned yet.
What you didn't want to learn.
How to wield every ounce of control she had.
"At least I'll make a pretty penny off of her," she exhaled. "I wonder how much you'll sell for at auction."
Sukuna and him could agree on one thing.
You were priceless.
Both the guards were distracted, nervously glancing at each other as his stepmother appraised you like some collectible, and Gojo supposed it was as good of time as any to put a stop to it now.
But before he could step out, you managed to wiggle one hand free and ripped the gag from your mouth, not giving her time to react before you were barking out an order.
"Don't fucking move," you whispered, your throat raw as the words ripped out of you.
It was a little satisfying to see them still.
Bodies frozen and unable to so much as budge an inch.
You were shaking, fingers trembling as you struggled to get your other hand out of the ropes keeping you tied to the chair.
Well, this would make the hero act he planned a little harder to execute, but he still stepped out of the closet with his sword drawn, puffing out his chest as he softly called out your name.
Your head snapped towards him, but there was no understanding in your stare as he preemptively prepared a speech to patch this over.
But his stepmother spoke up first.
"You stupid wench-"
"Shut up," you hissed at her almost automatically, chest heaving hard as you managed to tear your other wrist free, not even reacting to how raw it could've rubbed your skin.
She opened her mouth to argue, probably throw out another nasty name, but nothing come out.
Under your complete control.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he soothed, walking over to the chair, bending down to release the restraints binding your ankles to it. "You did great."
It took you a second to meet his gaze, to really see him there, but you didn't talk either.
He didn't know how to read your face. What expression you were wearing now.
But your eyes were wild.
Like some untamed animal he startled in the woods.
"I was going to intervene, but it looks like you had it handled," he offered, cracking a smile like the last time he left you, you hadn't been pissed at him.
And apparently, still were, judging by the way your blank face abruptly twisted into something distraught.
Gojo knew.
Deep down, in the pit of the stomach, he knew who it was directed to.
But he still couldn't stop himself from acting like he didn't. Selling himself another lie and swearing that you would buy it too with time.
"I'll make sure she's imprisoned for kidnapping you," he comforted you, a hand on your forearm as he pulled you out of the chair, throwing a cursory glance back at the frozen statues behind him, their eyes moving back-and-forth as their bodies refused to let them budge. "Them too."
You had to be grateful for that, at least.
It would all work out perfectly.
With that ring on your finger, and the queen rotting in the dungeon, his father would be forced to relinquish the throne to him.
Maybe it made him greedy. Gluttonous for being unable to just accept what he already had.
He couldn't just go live off in a fucking cottage somewhere and pretend like he was happy to pick crops or play farmer.
Not when he had spent his life being waited on hand and foot. Knew what riches were waiting for those bold enough to take.
Gojo didn't know how to give.
Didn't it mean something that he wast trying to learn for you?
Sure, stealing you hadn't been enough. He still wanted Sukuna's kingdom too.
But he was just righting wrongs.
All of it should've been his from the start. He was just reclaiming everything that should have been his by birthright.
You looked at him like he was just as disgusting as the roaches scurrying over the stone floor.
"You let this happen to me," you whispered, shaking your head with the distrust he hoped to avoid shining in your eyes. Your voice was so fucking beautiful, it hurt. Lulled him even deeper in love with you, made his lashes flutter as he felt himself frown.
He understood, of course he understood, but he still huffed. Aching to make you understand him too. See that he only wanted to best for both of you.
You shouldn't have to spend your life accepting scraps when you should be showered with dresses and diamonds and desserts most people could only dream of.
"I would never let them hurt you," he insisted as you backed away, inching towards the door.
He touched your shoulder, fingertips grazing against your shoulder as you recoiled with a weak scoff like you were wounded anyway.
"You used me."
"You used me too," he reminded you, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. "You wanted to run away. I did that for you. For us."
"This isn't the same," you protested, those pretty eyes watering as the blindfold that had been forced on you dangled around your neck with the gag.
"Don't be like this, baby," he murmured, tempted to bring up the fact that your kidnappers were still behind you, that they were the ones for you to be angry at. He was the one trying to protect you.
Gojo stepped forward, about to grab your arm to stop you from recoiling any further, when you swatted his hand away.
"Don't touch me," you hissed at him, your extra pointy canines glinting in the candlelight.
It was cute.
How convinced you were that your words would keep him away. He let you think that before. Played along when you kicked him out of his room.
But he supposed it was time for the truth.
To put all the cards on the table since he already rigged the deck.
He would claim the jackpot tonight, but it really was adorable seeing you act like you were the winner.
"You're going to get me a carriage and let me go home," you commanded, using your sternest voice, scowling at him as you rubbed the wrists you must have just realized were sore.
Home.
He nearly scoffed.
You were caged before. Confined to your bed chambers and the corners of Sukuna's court.
How the hell could you call that home?
And how long would it take for you to see that your home was here now? With him?
Sukuna might like his trophy to sit up on a shelf.
But Gojo wanted to watch you shine.
"Don't think so," he retorted, doing his best impression of an apologetic tone as he breached the gap between you. You didn't move. Too stunned to do anything but stare as he cupped your cheek tenderly. "I'm taking you back to our room."
"But-"
You couldn't even get more than the single word out.
And then your eyes drifted down to the engagement ring on your finger, his clever girl figuring it out for herself that it was more than just a show of his affection.
"It's charmed," he smiled softly, dragging his thumb over your cheekbone. "Your powers won't work on me."
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what happens when a curse gender swaps your best friends?
"Tell me I'm pretty."
Well, one thing was the same.
Satoru Gojo was still just as fucking cocky as a girl.
Studying himself in the mirror, his hair longer, hanging past his shoulders as he fondled his brand new tits. Appraising the goods as he so humbly called it.
Suguru was decidedly less amused.
"You're pretty," you dryly answered Satoru anyway, watching Suguru's mouth twitch down into a frown, his arms folded across his, uh, much larger chest, pointedly aware of how much bigger it made it seem.
"But who's more beautiful?" He kept pestering you. Trying to bait you into saying him so he could hold your preference over Suguru's head.
"She keeps staring at my boobs," Suguru grumbled, but it wasn't self-conscious. He didn't need you to tell him he was gorgeous.
He already knew it.
"Where am I supposed to look?" You muttered, shrugging your shoulders. They basically took up half the room, definitely bigger than yours.
Satoru was snapping photos of himself in the mirror while Suguru scoffed. It didn't take a genius to guess what he'd be doing with them later.
"It's not, like, weird to jerk off to myself, is it?"
"You know the answer," Suguru exhaled hard, his now feminine features scrunched up in annoyance as he shook his head.
Satoru just laughed it off, finally looking back over his shoulder as his gaze slinked between the two of you.
"So," he grinned. "Which one of you wants to eat me out?"
imagine meeting frat!geto at a bar, only there to pick up your friend before she shacked up with some guy she wouldn't remember the name of just to end up with the number of the biggest playboy on campus. you heard the stories. the girls who woke up the morning after alone and went around whispering about the size of his cock (and his even bigger ego).
god, you hadn't even wanted to be there. you were supposed to be studying, meeting with a few of your other friends to focus on upcoming exams instead of dragging a drunk idiot away from even more wasted morons.
you weren't going to call him. seriously.
until your friend begged you to text him to see if he could set her up with frat!gojo. which somehow ended up with you being coaxed into a double date you didn't even want to go on, chalking up him agreeing just to be a wingman for his friend too.
imagine you really hadn't meant to start dating him either.
but after a few drinks in a desperate attempt to relax sitting across from two of the hottest men you'd ever met, you wound up in geto's bed like all the other women who came before you.
except - he was still there.
snoring softly, a muscled arm slung around your waist and holding you against him.
you tried to sneak up. squirming free and slipping from his heavy limbs, cringing as you padded barefoot over to last night's clothes and cursing your friend under your breath.
"gettin' hungry?" he yawned, and when you glanced back, he'd rolled onto his side, dark eyes lazily landing on your figure.
the rest was a whirlwind.
your other friends tried to warn you.
but geto kept you busy. asking you from everything to movies and to meals, holding your hand and making out in the backseat of his car, hungry kisses and lingering touches that stuck around until he labeled you his girlfriend first. letting you in on some joke you always felt like you were in the outside of, inviting you to come chill with his friends, proudly slinging an arm over your shoulder in public like he was showing you off.
it was always him. you never started it. never pushed for more.
but you were stupid enough to believe he meant the pretty words that left his mouth.
foolish enough to be surprised when gojo let it slip at some frat party you went to with your boyfriend that he was only with you because of a dumb bet. that gojo had given him twenty bucks to actually date a dork like you instead of sleeping around with all the hot women.
that was your worth. twenty fucking dollars.
you weren't in on the joke. you were the joke.
part two <3
a/n: one comment and nerd!kuna will make an appearance in this universe too + div is by @/llitssn i believe!
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˚. ྀིྀི୧❤︎୨ ྀིྀི.˚ mdni. after getting stuck on the receiving end of yet another one of their stupid jokes, you decide to get back at the morons you have the misfortune of calling best friends. who would have thought revenge is a dish best served...by having gojo and geto bitch and moan over which one of them you like better?
"i hate them."
"what did they do this time?" shoko snickered, perching an lit cigarette between her teeth as you scowled at the sky.
"they totally ruined up any chance i had with sukuna," you complained, jaw tense as you replayed last night's disaster of a party.
all you wanted was to have sloppy sex with their hot friend. it wasn't like you were looking for anything serious. just having a few drinks and hooking up with a a man who definitely knew how to make you cum.
"i think they might've done you a favor," she shrugged, and you threw her an irritated glare.
"they told everyone we were in a polyamorous relationship," you added, already grinding your molars thinking back to the way satoru had draped his arm over your shoulders while suguru's fingers possessively dug into your hips all because they saw you speaking to him. "and that i get the cuck chair."
"that's ridiculous," she muttered, blowing out a puff of smoke while she tried to hide her hint of a smile. "we all know it would be satoru."
apparently not.
because two seconds later, sukuna had walked away, and you had gone home last night un-laid.
but how the hell were you supposed to do anything to dumb and dumber? what could you do that would wipe those stupid smirks off of their faces?
they were so self-absorbed, they-
"sho," you hummed her name in a completely new tone, a little scheme of your own starting to take shape as you smiled. "i have an idea."
"i bet it's a bad one."
she might've been right.
but it didn't stop her from taking part in your plan an hour later, sitting in front of you in your dorm as you both listened for the approaching footsteps.
any minute, the two dickheads from the night before would be dropping in just in time to catch a conversation they wouldn't know was pre-planned.
you heard them first, the familiar low hum of suguru's laugh, satoru's voice ringing out.
action.
"promise you won't judge me, sho," you whined, just loud enough that they would certainly be able to hear but not so much they'd stop to think anything of it.
"you already know i will," she recited her line, scrolling on her phone while you did your best to continue without cracking a smile.
"i think i do have feelings for him."
all the sounds had stopped outside.
abrupt silence in the place of footsteps and chatter.
"is this a joke?" she deadpanned, much like you imagined she would if you ever did wake up one day and confess you were in love with idiot number one or two.
"no," you defensively huffed back, biting back a giggle as you heard a tiny creak, like someone was putting pressure on the door to eavesdrop. "last night, when he was acting like we were together, and y'know, touching me, it just-"
"don't be gross," shoko grimaced, interrupting right on time before you could give away any identifying details.
"should i tell him?" you innocently asked, really trying to sell it.
"definitely not," shoko shook her head, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth a stifle a yawn. "you already know you're better off as friends."
"yeah, you're right," you hummed, feigning disappointment. "i think he's gonna be here soon."
"i'm leaving then," she announced, bending over to pick up her bag and starting towards the door, ready to catch the two imbeciles listening in. her hand hovering over the doorknob as she delivered her final line, "please don't fuck-"
you were pretty sure you'd never seen anyone move as fast as them the second she swung open the door, stumbling backwards with sweat sticking to their brows and panicked expressions plastered across their faces.
"idiots," she muttered, stepping past them and leaving the door open without another word.
they were both staring at you though, mouths stuck half-open like they couldn't even manage to string a coherent sentence together.
"hi, satoru," you softly greeted, your stare shifting slowly from one to the other. "hi, suguru. you're a little earlier than i expected."
pretending to be totally oblivious to what they just overheard.
"hey," suguru finally forced himself to speak first, clearing his throat as he just stood out there and blinked at you.
“do you guys wanna come in?” you asked, clearing the textbooks you hadn’t been studying to start with off your bed.
"uh, well, i mean-”
you glanced down at the floor as satoru started to talk, doing your best impression of a girl desperately trying to disguise a crush.
“i actually forgot, um, something,” satoru gulped, grabbing onto suguru’s forearm and physically pulling him back into the hall.
he shut the door before you could question his stupid excuse.
fine by you.
your room probably couldn’t fit both their inflated egos in it anyway.
they’d be at each other’s throats by the end of the night.
˚. ྀིྀི୧❤︎୨ ྀིྀི.˚
“obviously, she likes me.”
“you’re literally delusional,” suguru muttered, scowling at him with crossed arms as satoru spun uselessly around in the chair at his desk.
“you think she likes you?” satoru gawked, grabbing a pencil off the cluttered surface and throwing it at his best friend.
“do i have to remind you which one of us is more popular with women?” he wryly retorted, mouth curling up in a smirk.
“which is exactly why she’d want me instead of a man whore like you,” satoru snapped.
a strange twinge of discomfort settled into suguru’s stomach at the idea of you crushing over satoru instead of him.
what the hell did he have that suguru didn’t?
“yeah?” he challenged, arching up an eyebrow. pride pierced by the disgusting feeling threatening to drown his better judgment. “you wanna bet?”
satoru scoffed, chest puffing out he just declared war over who your heart belonged to.
“let the best man win.”
or the best moron.
a/n: this was inspired by that one episode of himym lmfao :3 anywayyy imagine while they’re so busy bickering reader just goes and starts dating sukuna anyway
Hiii I remember reading about your prince!Gojo x maid!Reader x bandit!Sukuna so long ago but lost your account and just found it again!! I had to tell you how much I loved it and I was wondering if you had anymore updates on it??
yes!! I’m planning on getting an interlude out for another fic this month then resuming working on the next part of that one in July <333
𝜗❀𝜚 mdni. porn with plot. chasity cage. oral sex (f! receiving). gojo cameo.
“Have you come to repent your sins?”
No, you came to cum.
You squirmed in your confessional seat, glancing through the thin grate separating you from your priest, fiddling with the fancy fabric of your dress as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“I wanted to see you,” you murmured, thighs pressing together as you tried to untangle the treacherous desire coiling around your heart.
Waiting for him to reply with bated breath, fingers trembling as you tried to picture the expression on his face.
Would he blush? Bite down on the inside of his cheek as his dark brows pinched together in disappointment you hadn’t even made it a full day before returning to him?
You heard the creak of the other confessional door swinging open, your pulse pounding in your ears as hope bloomed in your chest - and heat pooled in your core.
Was it wrong to want your priest?
To dream about the low rumble of his voice when he whispered your name or the way his soft hands felt on your face?
Truly, it wasn’t your fault he ensnared your soul - even if he had sworn to save it.
All it had taken was for you to get caught in a semi-compromising position with one of your knights for your family to panic of your virtue.
What good was a princess they couldn’t profit off of? One that might screw up the political alliance they planned on by selling you off to another snobby royal or noble?
Your parents had decided that your promiscuity was a problem only a priest could fix.
Who, in turn, came up with a solution that only made that you so much worse.
Being confined in a chastity cage was supposed to be a lesson. To teach you to not crave the pleasure of the flesh and prevent you from committing a cardinal sin.
Perhaps it would have worked if the only man who had the key didn’t have a proclivity for pleasure himself.
“Don't you have duties to attend to?" Choso dryly asked as he shut himself in with you, nose scrunching up as he scrutinized you, the marking across it standing bold even in the dim shadows of the booth.
"I was in dire need of your guidance," you lied, a little sin you were sure he'd make sure you asked forgiveness for later.
He clicked his tongue twice as he looked down at you, serious stare searing through you as he shook his head.
“Please help me,” you pouted, pushing out your bottom lip and clasping your hands together like you were ready to pray. "You're the only one who can."
He slipped underneath your skirts, big hands drifting over your legs before running across the cool metal of the cage he'd been keeping you all locked up in.
It had been humiliating at first, your face flushing when he showed you that it still allowed you to use the bathroom, that its sole purpose was to prevent anyone else from using you. But after a number of frustrating nights and even more numerous days of returning to his confessional to complain, he proposed a solution to solve your problem - and maybe scratch an itch of your own.
His tongue diving inside you didn't count as sex, right?
The key clicked in the lock.
And freedom felt a lot like his breath on your freshly exposed skin and his fingers sinking into your soft thighs.
"You'll send us both to Hell," he murmured, gravel stuck in his throat before his mouth latched onto your clit and feverishly sucked.
You wouldn't mind going if it was with him.
An afterlife spent squeezing his head between your thighs actually sounded perfect. His tongue swirling lazily around your pussy, drawing soft moans he had to keep shushing, your fingers itching to rake through his dark hair as you threw your head back and bit your lip to stifle your sounds.
A man like him had promised himself to his gods.
He wasn't supposed to marry or even make love.
You supposed you were really just his loophole.
And judging by the way he grunted and groaned as his tongue dragged across your walls, swimming around in the taste of you, you knew no matter how many times he tried to tell himself he was simply serving you, he never failed to finish too.
Thumb dimpling your flesh, his nose nudging so perfectly against the sensitive bud above your entrance, the warmth in your chest making your head feel all fuzzy as you bucked your hips up to drive his tongue further.
You were going to get what you came here for.
On the brink, so close you could practically taste your release yourself, letting out a barely audible whimper of his name as you pressed down on his head through your dress and-
"Well, what do we have here?" An annoyingly familiar voice called out, your eyes snapping open as you found the knight who used to warm your bed leaning again the now-open door.
"L-leave now," you stuttered, the priest between your thighs refusing to stop eating you out even after you'd been caught. His grip only tightened, his tongue forcing its way even deeper as you struggled not to squeak.
"Nah," he smirked, blue eyes glittering with amusement as he chuckled. "I wanna join."
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I know you've been writing so much and I love everything. DU you have plans to continue Mothman Geto? Either way is fine, no pressure. It's important for you to write what you want
I'm just curious if I should still keep an eye out.
yes i VERY much do i pinky promise!!! next month im planning on pushing out all the remaining chapters and finishing it up !!
