kori

pairings; satoru gojo x f!reader, suguru geto x f!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, choso kamo x f!reader

summary; you moved to the countryside for peace, a break from what had been your hectic life. you did not expect the small town to be filled with the most attractive men you’ve ever seen. and you especially did not expect the horrors that came with them.. as time unfolds to settle, so do the secrets that come with. what are they, but most importantly, what are they trying to protect you from?

content; VAMPIRES!! (non traditional), smut, angst, fluff, reader gets around, somewhat inspired by twilight, alcohol use, drug use, amateur writer, yearning.

CHAPTERS:

one - Kento?

two - Who is she?

three - The perfect man.

four - Caught myself

five - Careful steps

six - Ruin me

Short angsty oneshot based on Shampoo Bottles by Peach Pit

Intro; Sukuna fumbled you, there was no other way to put it.

Content; angst, even more angst, but angst with eventual comfort-ish, breakup (and makeup), fluff, toxic dynamic, sukuna is an asshole, mentions of drug and alcohol, depression, the two of you are stupidly in love

“I've been leaving your shampoo bottles, over in the corner there. Sitting empty on the bathtub rail, wishing they could wash your hair”

Sukuna was a fucking moron. The type that you see in movies and physically cringe over their actions.

It was all known that he was stupid and impulsive, creating havoc everywhere he went. Ruined friendships, scared people half to death, a fucking menace shrouded by the helm of pink hair. The only good thing he had going on for himself was you.

Had. Knowing it was past tense left a bitter taste covering his tongue.

You were his, everyone knew it. He’d wanted you the moment he first saw you across the college parking lot, he’d claimed you in the way that would make other guys afraid to even just talk to you. He took space from everyone and everything, only leaving a slot for you to stand beside him.

He’d taken it all for granted, he realised now. You wouldn’t be by his side forever. He’d just assumed you’d put up with his temper, his avoidance, the way he got when he was far too drunk or deep in the highs of whatever drugs offered to him. It was the way you two worked, after all. You stayed, he protected you, and it was going to be that way forever. Until it wasn’t.

Until you had put your foot down when he came over to your dorm room reeking of booze and smoke. He didn’t take you seriously, shrugging it off like usual to push his way into your room, hands reaching for your waist. But you dodged him, closing the door slightly so he hit his head on it with a soft thud. That was when he saw the serious look in your eyes and the slight tremble on your lower lip.

He’d give anything, his soul, his organs or his entire bloodline, just to redo that moment. To keep his mouth shut and listen to you. But his ego got to him, fuelled by whatever was in the weed Geto had smuggled in to the party, incinerated by the alcohol ticking off his skin. Sukuna didn’t listen, didn’t let you breathe, no he barked out words that would haunt him forever.

“Whatever, I’ll just find another whore to fuck.”

Sukuna didn’t know why he was like that, why he refused any confrontation and argument just to shield himself up. It was one thing to his friends, to the people he couldn’t give less of a shit about, but to you- that was never meant for you. Something he realised when he could physically witness your stomach drop, the way your brows furrowed and eyes welled up with tears. He wished that you’d slapped him then and there, that you’d bitten back with words of poison matching his. But even worse, you stayed quiet. Completely and utterly voiceless as you just slammed the door in his face.

He hated that the last words he’d heard from you in weeks were that of concern for him, it made the guilt burn in his gut tenfold.

He tried to reach out with hundreds of messages and calls, notes to your locker, emails, even fucking letters to your door. Not a single sound or reply from you. He even went as far to ask your friends, who did nothing but curse him off (deservedly so), even his own friends had little patience for him now. Sukuna didn’t have the guts to approach you either. You looked too peaceful, despite the melancholic state of your face, too unreachable for him to ever be worthy of your presence.

“It is seemingly worsened everyday. All this shit of yours around my house”

You were no longer his, just as far as he had pushed you away, and it ate away his soul to the point that he struggled to eat. It didn’t help that his own apartment was practically full of you.

Skincare products cluttering his bathroom, your clothes in his top drawer, your perfumes on his desk, even your stupid Stitch themed toothbrush next to his sink. You had taken up his space entirely, leaving pieces of yourself neither of you had ever imagined wouldn’t have a spot in his life. He couldn’t bring himself to throw it away, nor even move it more than a few inches to clean the space beneath. It was the last parts of you he had.

You had taken space and nestled inside his soul, beside his body, in his life. And once you were gone, there was just an empty hole left. He’d taken it all for granted, hadn’t his entire world slept next to him at night.

“And it's all just so forgettable, till I'm sitting with your stuff alone. Man, why can't I just let it go?”

In the full honest truth you weren’t doing much better either.

It had gone so fast, from just seeing his stumbling figure at your doorstep to closing him out for good. You wished you hadn’t, wished you’d just forgive him and forget. But there are some lines that are meant to stay uncrossed, and that was one of them. In a way you understood him too well, knowing just why he reacted the way he did sometimes, and that made it even harder to let it go.

You knew he hadn’t meant it. But after time and time again of forgiving his inability to commit his time to you, after uncountable nights spent up late waiting for the text to let you know he was safe, it had left you exhausted. Chipped away at small pieces of you over and over until you weren’t entirely sure what was even left of you.

You loved Sukuna, more than you could ever love yourself, but that love wasn’t a soft embrace of peace- it was the roaring fire of madness, leaving you burnt yet as excited as ever. You knew he was loyal to you, he never minded making sure you knew that you were the only one for him, but insecurities started to fill up the holes where you had been chipped away. So his words, knowing how scared you were, they were more than just disrespectful.

They were cruel.

Sukuna had been nothing short of your everything. The one who burned for you, took space for you where you had been to scared to speak, the one who made sure you met your own basic needs. He took care of you, just like you did him. Even though the two of you would clash in arguments, him yelling and you throwing things, it had always settled with you in his arms and him always being the one to apologise- even if you had been the one at fault.

You fit so well in each others life that you had on multiple occasions assumed that you were just meant to be together. Like two peas in a pod, puzzle pieces matching perfectly, souls perfectly aligned.

But now it was over.

You didn’t know how to function after that. Meals became smaller, a tedious event of your day, showers became exhausting and just socialising was out of the question. Your best friend, Yuki, had to practically force her way inside of your dorm to check up on you. And when she was met with sunken and swollen eyes, pale skin and borderline matted hair- you could’ve sworn her rage burned hotter than Sukuna’s ever had.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” She had muttered as she pulled you to her chest, stroking your back gently while sobs escaped your lungs. “Knew he was fucked in the head. “

“I love him.” Your words had been small, weak and mumbled, but still had her sigh into your hair.

“I know baby, I know.”

Yuki had been the one to pull you out of your hole of despair, the one who helped detangle your hair and made sure you went to all the classes your energy could manage. She gave up her own time to eat all of your meals with you, to walk with you across campus, to make sure you were okay. Slowly, with time as the months went on, you had managed to settle back in your small little friend group consisting of her, you, Shoko and Utahime. It felt nice to be back again.

Or it would have felt nice if your eyes wouldn’t have searched for his on instinct. You always seemed to find him in the crowd, across hallways or lectures, parking lots or grass fields on campus. You had expected him to be cocky, to have moved on, but instead he looked like absolute shit.

His eyes would meet yours, as if they sought you out just the same, but he’d always end up looking away like he was ashamed. Never around his friends, always alone, you didn’t even see him at the parties he used to frequent. It was as if, for the first time in his life, he was giving up space for someone else. For you. The realisation tugged at your heart heavy.

You missed him. Way too fucking much.

“I've been leaving you in radio silence, though I'd love to catch a pass. Waited long enough that I could never call you. Baby, how fucked is that?”

It had been five months since the breakup. Twenty one weeks, one hundred and fifty two days, and way too many seconds of agony to count. You didn’t know what it was that had pushed you to this, what had spurred it on, but you were stood in front of the apartment door you knew all to well- hand raised to knock and breath stuck in your throat.

You couldn’t help it, your feet had carried you more or less on their own.

Being without Sukuna left a hole that you found impossible to mend. His absence was not only private, but across your entire social life. You never saw him at events, at parties you had dressed up for just in hopes that he’d seen you. No, Sukuna had completely disappeared from the social world while you were left to slowly heal.

For anyone else, maybe that space would have granted clarity. A swift recovery, space to mend. But for you it was torture.

You spent countless nights up awake stalking his socials, praying for any sort of update that indicated he existed. You went over the texts you had never replied to, the ones he tried to pour his heart into. Even your sleep was with him, his old hoodie clung to your body that you couldn’t bear to wash his scent away from. The one you wore now, on top of pink silky pyjama pants he had bought for you.

He still wrapped around your entire life, and you had enough of his absence. So, with a shaky exhale, at just twenty minutes to midnight,you brought your fist down on the white wooden door. Once, twice, moving for a third before the door opened before you.

Sukuna looked like a mess.

Hair sprawled all over his head, rings under his eyes, a hint of stubble growing across his jaw. Even in his state, you were met by the familiar wave of his cologne and how your stomach dropped heavenly at how much taller he was than you. His eyes seemed to snap out of their dull state when they saw you, frantically scanning you like he didn’t believe you were real.

“Hi.” you managed to squeak out.

Sukuna looked as handsome as ever, especially in this honest and raw state of his. His lips opened as if he wanted to speak but had the words robbed from him, hand grabbing on to the door frame for support.

“So, are you gonna let me in or not?” your voice a bit shakier than you had hoped, but you still managed to pull that soft smile you knew he loved.

The two of you stood there for a moment, his eyes flashing between your face and the hoodie you wore. It was his favourite band, his favourite shirt- one he could only ever give up to you.

“I love you.” Sukuna’s voice was weak, raspy, eyes widening as if those words had not been intended at all.

He looked at you, fear flashing across his face as if he had just managed to fuck over the moment once again. But you didn’t flinch, you didn’t run, you only looked up at him with those bashful eyes of yours that he had dreamed of for months.

pairings; satoru gojo x f!reader, suguru geto x f!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, choso kamo x f!reader

pre; with a memory betraying you, a conflicted mind and no explanation whatsoever- you are left to navigate the way you feel on your own. luckily for you, it turns out someone knew just how to help you.

contents; choso to the rescue, arguments, angst, kind of mean gojo, anxiety, but also FLUFF! so much fluff. choso is exactly what you need

Your head burst with pain as you sat up, sunlight blinding you and limbs aching sore. Your bed was empty and strangely cold. How long had you slept? Had time already transferred to the next day?

It took you a good moment to register the voices outside in your living room. Gojo, Geto.. Nanami?

You couldn’t entirely make out what they said. Their voices were loud and angry, clearly arguing, but whatever for?

“Kento?” you quietly called, groggily rubbing your eye. But it wasn’t Nanami that popped his head in through the door, It was Gojo. Blue eyes scanning you, landing on the exposed skin of your naked frame and the hickeys covering it.

“Oh great.” He scoffed, turning back out into the living room. “Not only did you bite her, you actually fucked her. You’re unbelievable.”

Bite you..?

Oh.

Your fingers instantly travelled up to your neck, wincing as you felt the slightly scabbed punctual marks, memories of last night flooding back.

What were you even supposed to feel?

It all blurred into a wicked mix. Pleasure, betrayal, comfort, disgust. With no one having explained it all to you, there was no way to expect you to process it. Had Gojo told you the truth that day, about what they were? Were you meant to look at Geto with love, or hate?

A sob threatened to break out of your lips, hand tightly grabbing on to the sheets below you.

The doorway sounded again, this time closing behind someone. You looked up, not sure if you expected Gojo’s lustful eyes or Nanami’s stern gaze, but instead you were met with Choso. Eyes nowhere but on yours, a nice exchange from the lusting stares you’d gotten lately. Even nicer when he closed the door to drown out the noise.

“You okay?” he somehow sounded more tired than you.

You went to nod, seeking comfort, until you realised that for all you knew he was just the same. “You the same as them?” It hadn’t been meant to sound so venomous, but you couldn’t exactly contain it.

Choso shook his head, hand leaving the door knob.

“No, I am not.”

Relief washed over you. So much so that you did not protest whatsoever when he sat in the bed next to you, wrapped his arm around your shoulder and rubbed little circles into your shoulder.

He was so calm, so soothing, not at all as much as everyone else had been. Small and tired sobs broke through you and into his shoulder. He didn’t hush you, didn’t ask anything, just hummed out and let you cry.

“It’s okay..”

Choso was a strangely comforting man. He didn’t look like he had any ulterior motives, didn’t look like he wanted something from you. He was just there. You realised well why Yuuji seemed so fond of his brother.

After a few minutes had passed, he stood up, leaving you confused and almost reaching out for him. He noticed this, sighing with a tired smile.

“You need to eat something.”

Choso began going through your wardrobe, making your face burn in embarrassment when you realised just how messy it was. But he didn’t mention it or tease you for it, just grabbed a pair of pyjama pants and tossed them to you. While you shimmied your way into them, Choso had come into the realisation that the only clean shirts you had were tank tops. Nothing that could shield you from the cold or cover the loving abuse of your skin.

So, he did what any gentleman would do, tore off his own hoodie to leave him in a grey t-shirt. Offering it to you, making you squirm a little.

“Y-you really don’t have to.”

“Nonsense, you’ll be cold.” Like he wouldn’t be?

After a few moments of the staring war the two of you engaged in, you gave in with a sigh, accepting the large and thick hoodie from him. It was black and large, a print of some random rock band on the front, engulfing just about your entire body in its soft fabric. It didn’t smell like cigarettes and cologne, nor of coffee or perfume. It just smelled like, well, Choso.

“Come on.”

You let him lead you out, a hand on your smaller back. Not in the possessive way of Nanami , or touchy way of Gojo, but comforting. It was a nice change of pace. Except, where he led you was nothing of the sort.

Gojo and Geto had gotten dangerously close to each other, in each others faces completely unaware of you. On the couch sat a woman, dark long hair, cigarette in hand (which you cringed at, the smell would stick) but the absolute worst was Nanami. He looked at you with that way parents do at their misbehaving kids.

Not entirely disappointed, but clearly displeased. It left a sour taste on your tongue.

“It’s okay, come on.” As if noticing your discomfort, Choso rubbed his hand gently on your back over the hoodie. In the moment you were nothing but grateful to his idea of escape.

During the drive to his place, as he had informed you, he never bothered you or gushed you with affection. He asked if you were alright once, then about your favourite snacks, only to stop at the gas station real quick.

Choso did not look at you like he was hungry, nor like he needed you. He just looked normal. The calm you felt by that almost enough to make you tear up again, though every time you were close it was as if he sensed it- quickly moving to ask you mundane questions that had nothing to do with this week’s situation.

What was your favourite show, was it something he could put on at home? Did you want ice or a straw with your drink?

It wasn’t suffocating, just distracting.

It led you to his couch, your snacks plated up in bowls and plate of reheated food, which he more or less forced you to eat before indulging on your favourite tastes. It had made you giggle, seeing someone like Choso try to put on that stern face.

“So,” you eventually cleared your throat, looking at him with your head tilted to the side.

You needed to get this off your chest, now or never, with how unclear it all was.

“You know what they are. You told me you weren’t like them, so, what are you?” It had been nice to play friends with him, but you needed answers.

Choso awkwardly shuffled in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. A hand on the back of his head, the other on his knee, bending forward a little. And so he began.

He told you of what he really was, half human half curse, and his brothers who was just the same. He told you everything about what your friends really were, about curses, about the town, even about the curse they were apparently hunting down- Sukuna.

It was hard to take in at first, or in general at all, but it was nice to have someone be completely honest. Even if the truth seemed like the plot of some corny children’s book.

“And Yuuji, does he know?” you popped a cherry into your mouth, Choso cringing at the mention of his other brother.

“No.” He sat back, stretching his neck slightly to the side. “They say anyone who lives here gets cursed one way or another, just we don’t know what it will be. Yuuji hasn’t showed any signs yet. I’m hoping for his sake he’ll stay that way, I wouldn’t wish this upon anyone.”

“So, how come you’re related and he’s all normal, but you and your brother are born half curses?”

“Well..” he awkwardly scratched his shoulder. “His mom is my dad’s sister, my dad having been the cursed half of our blood. It just seemed like it never affected my aunt though. That’s why I have hope that it might be the same for him.”

You could see just how much he cared for Yuuji, something that warmed your very soul. But, there was a part there that you couldn’t quite let go of.

“You say everyone here gets cursed one way or another. Does that.. does it include me?” You looked at him, voice dropping ever so slightly as you watched the pitiful stare you received.

“It is inevitable.”

“Oh.” your stomach dropped, eyes falling to look at the bowl before you.

“Well, technically, I suppose we don’t know entirely how it works.” He tried to cheer you up, nudging your knee with his. “For all we know it hasn’t, it won’t.”

You nodded at that. Trying to swallow away your worries, his words helping a little, but it still etched in the back of your mind. Were you just bound to become one of them, or something worse? Inhaling a deep and shaky breath, you continued,

“Do they hate me now?” your question had visibly caught him by surprise. “I mean, Nanami looked disappointed and Gojo just.. laughed at me.”

Choso couldn’t help it when his gaze softened, hand reaching to take yours in a kind embrace. “I doubt it. I don’t think they ever could.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s.. a bit hard to explain.” He exhaled, looking down at the couch. “Basically, being cursed and all, it makes all of our senses a bit.. stronger. We hear things louder, see things from further away, feel the vibrations in the air. It becomes a lot sometimes.”

“Overstimulating?” You tried to fill the word for him.

“Yeah something like that. But you..” now he was next to mumbling. “Something about you makes it all quiet. They’re addicted to it, it’s hard not to be.”

You lowered your head to rest on the backrest of the couch, trying to catch his gaze. “Do I have the same effect on you?”

If you did, he didn’t show it. If anything he seemed to be the calmest of the bunch.

“A little.” He admitted, meeting your gaze. It was impossible to miss the slight pink flush to his cheeks. “I’ve never been too affected by the noise. I guess in a way I understand the way they feel, but I don’t know if I relate to whatever they feel. For me you’re just you.”

A part of you was almost disappointed that you could not help him the same, but most of you was just relieved. He was nothing but true, someone who enjoyed your presence for you and not the effect you had on them. A warm feeling bubbled in your throat as you thought of it. Like someone actually appreciated you.

“I don’t know how I’m meant to go back to everything now” you told him your concern, watching him offer you that tired but comforting smile.

“You don’t have to think of that right now. Just rest,” he paused for a second. “You know, Yuuji comes back home after work. I’m sure he’s gonna be overjoyed to see you. I already texted him that you were over.”

“You did, when??” you squeaked, surprised he had any time to do so when his attention seemed to be dead set on you this entire time.

“You were quite in love with that bowl of soup.” He sheepishly smirked, gesturing over to the empty bowl. “Well I told him you were sick and I’d visited you with Gojo, offering to let you stay here.”

“Okay.” You nodded at that, feeling just so at peace for the first time in a while. “So, until then?”

As time of day passed, the two of you had spent the time getting to know each other in the best way possible- game of cards. He beat you almost every time, floating in his skill, but he was always humble enough to admit defeat whenever you had the upper hand. You’d beaten him four times, though that not even being a quarter of how many times he beat you, but it was enough to feel accomplished.

Choso had also been completely correct. Yuuji was, in fact, absolutely overjoyed to see you.

The moment he came through the door he’d wandered right to you, through his brothers protests of wearing shoes indoors, and pulled you into a tight embrace. Telling you how worried it was. He was being a bit dramatic, but it was still nice to feel missed.

You’d eaten dinner together, all engaging in a few rounds of Mario Kart afterwards before Yuuji had begrudgingly forced himself to go to bed due to the time.

“You could stay tonight, if you want.” Choso had offered, throwing a few popcorns into his mouth. “I could always take the couch.”

“I couldn’t possibly kick you out of your own bed.” You had tried to protest, but it was clear that the man would not take a no for an answer.

So that night you slept in old pyjamas he had dug out of his closet. They smelled like him, the bed smelled like him, it was nice. Comforting.

It was the first night in many that you could say actually had you well rested.

One night turned to two, then to three, and suddenly you’d stayed there for a whole two weeks.

At first you had worried, panicked about what everyone would think, but Choso had reassured you that everything was fine. You didn’t have to answer them just yet. And, as you learned, he had even gone out of his way to explain to Yuuji that you were just feeling down, something the younger one accepted without question, and even went so far as to taking time off his own work to be with you.

Days spent together, meals eaten with each other, it had become quite a nice routine.

He’d go to the store and buy you ingredients to cook with, picked up the books you wanted from your apartment and some spare clothes (though you never actually wore them outside of underwear, much more preferring his clothes over you own- which he never seemed to argue against).

When you mentioned that you loved to garden, he wasted no time picking up seeds and bulbs and flowers to plant in his own empty garden. And as you had protested it, claiming he was being too kind, he defended it with “now you have an excuse to always come back.”

It was nice with him, the way you’d flirt. It was never too much, too bold, but rested quiet in the air in how you just enjoyed each other. He didn’t touch you, didn’t make you tempted to touch him, you only got to know each other with time. And after a while you could shamelessly admit you knew him almost too well.

The way he laughed at your bad jokes, the way he frowned when he focused- a terrible poker face by the way, even to just how his voice would drop ever so slightly when he saw you wearing his clothes. It was as if you had simply made your place into his life, while he himself fit perfectly in yours.

If you had a choice, you would have liked to play family with them together. You, Choso and Yuuji, all together in that rather small first floor flat. Eating together, playing video games together. Everything that felt just it was home.

It was almost bittersweet, knowing you eventually had to go home, but for as long as you could you had no problem with playing pretend. Phone forgotten on some desk and ignored, smelling like him, learning of him.

It wasn’t entirely love, no not yet, but a warm and fuzzy feeling that had you just perfectly content. You didn’t crave more. You didn’t yearn and dream, you didn’t touch yourself to the thought of his voice. No, you were simply perfectly happy.

A happy little family, the sanctuary you had needed all along.

pairings; satoru gojo x f!reader, suguru geto x f!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, choso kamo x f!reader

pre; waking up with foreign arms around you, you knew you were in trouble nonetheless. why not push buttons while you’re at it? what could possibly go wrong..

content; SMUT!! filthy chapter, piv sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, rough sex, geto is big, biting, blood, vampire bite, fluff if you squint?, pet names, geto loses control uh oh, he’s FERAL

Morning crept upon you with a slow pace, sun breaking into the room through the blinds and your blanket heavy on you.

Way too heavy.

Except, you realised after blinking away your tired haze, it was no blanket at all.

You were more or less pinned under a heavy arm across your lower back. A leg nestled right above yours, another arm above your head on the top of your pillow. Suddenly last night crashed into you.

“Suguru..” you whispered, trying to turn to look at him only to be met with him pulling you even closer

He smelled like a mix of cigarettes and expensive cologne, filling your senses stupid with him.

With all the might you could muster you reached over to the bedside table next to your bed and grabbed your phone, almost dropping it in the process, looking at the heap of notifications. Other than the usual spam of Gojo, there was a hot few from both Megumi and Yuuji.

11:36 am.

Fuck.

You typed out quick responses about having gotten food poisoning, and that you wouldn’t come in today, leaving the other person’s messages to be read another time. He could survive one morning without a reply.

Tucking yourself under your arms you made an effort to turn around and face the man beside you (or, on top of you), only to be met with his eyes on you.

“Hi.” Your voice almost betrayed you, chipped and weak. You reached out a hand to brush some of his hair behind his ear. He was no longer hot to touch, his eyes no longer blown and no more huffing. He looked better.

Suguru let out a grumble of a groan as a reply, brows burrowed into a frown.

“You seem a lot better today.”

“Yeah..”

His grip on you loosened, though not entirely as he seemingly refused to let go, enough for you to prop yourself up ever so slightly.

“You should eat something.” You sighed, still concerned about his previous state. Wanting to take care of him, but this time you would not let him run away so easily.

“I don’t nee-“

“I’m making you something.”

Surprise creeped on to his features as you actually put your foot down. You tried to move to sit up, quickly realising just how stuck you were.

“Ahem.” You cleared your throat and the tight grip on you faltered.

You left him there in the bed while you padded over to the kitchen, body stiff and sore from laying in the same position all night. Cracking your fingers and stretching your shoulders before getting to work in the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, you just about cringed at the lack of choice. Admittedly you usually ate at the bakery for lunch, dinners being made by Nanami or takeout bought on your way home from work. Therefore, in that fridge, sat some lonely vegetables and leftovers.

Great.

But there was only so much that can hold back the creative mind. Leftovers of rice and teriyaki chicken could easily be made into some sort of fried rice, you’d just have to skip out on the eggs that were bought god knows how long.

You tied your hair back, heated up the pan with some oil, and got straight to work. It was almost finished after a short time, only needing to chop up the rest of the vegetables, when the inevitable happened. Your hand slipped. The hand holding your knife.

Wincing as you looked down at the small cut, disproportionately small for the amount it stung, you moved to run it under cold water. But of course the space was soon filled with heavy thuds of steps.

“You’re hurt?”

Suguru was quick to rush up behind you, your breath hitching as you felt his chest against your back.

“Just a little cut.” His hand wrapped around your wrist as he turned yours hand up to inspect it. Sure enough, it was very small.

“Oh.” he muttered.

You turned around now to look at him, realising just how tight the proximity between you were. Had you moved up any closer his breath would have hit your lips. The lips that he, shamelessly, stared at for a good moment before pulling away with a pained expression.

“I shouldn’t be here..” he whispered, just turning to leave.

No, this time he didn’t get to run. He didn’t get to crash upon you before leaving you in the dust.

“Stay.” It was nothing but a command. Your voice, usually so careful and shy around him, now dead serious.

“I..”

“Sit.”

Who was he to disobey when everything within his soul screamed to stay?

So, he sat down by the cluttered dinner table you pointed to, letting out a little grunt of appreciation when you put a plate of food before him. A plate that he devoured within a minute like a truly starving man.

You looked down at him, hands on your hips, eyes squinted. “So are you gonna tell me what’s gotten into you lately?”

“I’m fine.” The answer was short and blunt, him refusing to meet your gaze like a kid being scolded.

“You didn’t seem so fine yesterday.”

“I’m..” he grunted, closing his eyes shut tight.

Had you not known any better, you’d have thought he was trying to hold something back. Hold himself back.

“Riiight..” you dragged the word out, walking over to poke him in the shoulder.

He did not react like Gojo did.

There was no chuckle, no retaliation, no annoyed glance- no, Suguru grabbed you, pulling you onto him so you sat in his lap. Hands finding your sides, fingers digging into your skin while you met his gaze.

Dark, possessive, hungry.

“Suguru..”

“You vex me, you know that?” his words were not at all as sharp as his stare, faltering ever so slightly. “It’s fucking torture.”

Vex him?

His fingers were harsh in his possessive grip as he pulled you close, your hands holding on to his shoulders, his nose grazing the corner of your collarbone.

“You’ve bewitched me, consuming me whole.” You could hear the lack of control in him. The purring and sultry tone mixed with that ever so fall in his voice.

“Why do you avoid me so much?”

You hadn’t meant for the question to sound so small and broken, hadn’t meant for the whine that came with it. But there was no way to stop it. Some days while you were at their house he barely glanced at you, like he couldn’t. You never saw him outside of that, though it always felt like he lingered on top of your skin.

Suguru let out a sound that you easily could’ve mistaken as a growl, fingers moving to pull your hips into him.

“I can’t..” he began, breathing heavy against your neck. “I won’t do that to you.”

“Do what to me, Suguru?” you whispered as you moved to cup his cheek and make him look at you.

He looked so pretty like this. Hair messy, brows furrowed, rings under his eyes lessened and pupils darker than ever. So ruined.

“Have you. I..” he sucked in a sharp breath as he noticed you staring at his lips. “I’ll ruin you.”

“So ruin me.” It was meant to be a tease, the plan in your head being to brush your thumb across his lips and watch him melt. But there was no room to move.

Not when one of his hands flew up to grab a gentle hold of your throat and jaw, the other one squeezing into your thigh, his lips crashing up against yours.

He kissed you like a starved man, wasting no time to bully his tongue past your lips and explore every single part of your mouth. Your teeth, your tongue, the roof- not a single space of you was left unnoticed.

His hand wandered up under your silky top to grab a mean hold of your breast, making you gasp against him. He was hungry, impatient, yet never truly hurting you. It left your mind spinning.

Suguru parted from your mouth to kiss down your jaw, panting across your skin every time he pulled away to breathe. “You don’t..” lips finding your neck, sucking on the skin and no doubt leaving marks. “fucking know..” fingers twisting your nipple to earn a low whine. “what you just asked of me to do.”

For a moment he just stayed right there, the room filled with heavy breathing from the both of you. He hovered above your throat with the last bit of resolve he had.

“Suguru.. need you..” your voice was so broken like this, hips awkwardly bucking for some friction to spare. If he could, and oh he wished he could, he would save this moment to look at forever.

He wasted no time in throwing you up over his shoulder, carrying you to your bedroom like you weighed nothing, throwing you on to the soft sheets.

You laid before him, chest heaving with every breath, shirt ridden up to reveal the skin just below your ribs. It pained him, both mentally and strained into his pants, seeing something so beautiful.

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t, he shouldn’t.. but the way you watched him like he was the entire moon in the night sky, it ruined every single drop of control left in him.

“I’m a starved man..” he growled as he got on top of you, fingers hooking under your shorts and underwear to discard them somewhere in the room. “I’ll devour you.”

The air hit you, cold against your heated folds and inner thighs, eliciting a strained gasp from your lungs.

“I’ll make you mine.” he spoke as his lips met the skin of your stomach, a hand moving up to take a big hold of one of your breasts, fingers instantly playing with the hardened bud. “Ruin you for anyone else.. fuck baby”

His mouth had just stilled above your mound, breath tickling against your sensitive and slick folds. He stared at you for just a moment before his other hand dove in to drag along the wet folds. Slick coating it, gathering it, making him let out a guttural groan.

“You have no idea how fucking long I’ve wanted this. How long I’ve needed you”, his voice no longer held the same resolve it usually did, raw and primal, making your toes curl. “God you’re so fucking..”

Without warning he dove in on you. Tongue starting just on top of your clit, your body squirming just to make him move the hand on your breast to splay it across your stomach, pushing you down. He skilfully moved and kissed every single part of you, devouring you whole while your back arched.

It felt so good, he felt so good.

A finger moved from between your folds and straight inside of you, the stretch of his fat digit making you whine. His mouth moved to bully your clit, sucking kissing and nibbling just right to make you see stars, while his finger picked up a brutal pace.

“A-Ah, Suguruu,” you couldn’t contain the desperate whimpers if you even tried. The only thing you could do was try to close your legs around him but his shoulders bullied your thighs wide. Pinned you down, held you there, forced you to take his mean pace while you watched his eyes go up to hold yours.

Between your legs, mouth buried in your wet folds, eyes dark and glossy. It was enough for the building stretch in your stomach to just snap.

You clenched around his fingers, throwing your head back against the pillow as you came harder than you ever had before. But his ruthlessness did not cease there.

No, instead he added another finger, stretching you wider in the midst of overstimulation. Rough digits bullying against your walls. Not enough to truly hurt, but enough to relentlessly leave you without any thoughts.

“S-sugu..” you helplessly moaned, hand moving down to grip his hair.

He obliged, slowly moving up to kiss his way back up to your throat, leaving small little nibbles on your breasts leaving you to whine. He was so large and heavy above you, caging you in, fingers never ceasing their movement.

“Yes little dove?” his voice alone was almost enough to make you come undone again.

You couldn’t reply, voice failing you when you were left to watch how he looked at you. He truly was a starved man. But you didn’t need to reply, he read you just right anyway.

His fingers stilled inside of you before they pulled out, wiping the leftover slick against your inner thigh. Somewhere in between that and kissing your throat, you truly could not notice when, he had pulled and kicked down his own pants to discard somewhere across the floor. You didn’t notice until you felt it against your stomach.

Large, heavy, painfully twitching against you. You didn’t even need to look down to know that his cock would, like he said, ruin you.

“So fucking perfect..” he muttered against your skin while he adjusted himself on top of you.

His lips left kisses against your jaw, trailing all over the bone, before sneaking their way on to the side of your throat. Distracting you from just when the tip of his cock had found your entrance.

A mean and painful stretch as he slowly and carefully made his way inside. It burned as it filled you completely, the pain and pleasure completely clouding any thoughts that might have formed. His hands on your hips, hoisting you closer while he moved to bottom out. You were so tight around him. Snug, suffocating.

“Fuck..” he groaned against your throat. It took every single power and strength inside of him to be careful, to not fuck his whole strength into you when you sucked him in so well.

“Sugu..” it was nothing but a babble, a cry of pain and ecstasy as he bottomed out, tip of his cock kissing your cervix so well.

Suguru’s eyes were absolutely feral, breath shaky like a wild animal as he brought himself to the edge of control. He’d wanted to take it slow, treat you well so fucking bad, but the way you cried his name snapped something inside of him.

Slow and deep thrusts drawing out whimpers and moans from your lips, witnessing how delicious your lips looked parted when your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He could have broken right there, cried with you or lost his damn mind. You were too perfect.

His hips snapped up in a developing brutal pace. Skin slapping against yours, cock bruising your insides, fingers leaving marks against the fat of your hips. He held on to you for leverage as he pulled himself deeper than either of you could have possibly imagined. He ruined you, completely shattered your mind and soul as you came around his wide stretch without control. Clenched around him, squeezing his soul tight, breaking off the last piece of self he held.

He hadn’t meant to, it wasn’t meant to become this.

You barely had time to come down from your high when you felt sharp points break the skin of your throat. A strangled yelp leaving you, body suddenly tensing as your hands on instinct tried to push him off. He did not budge.

It burned and seared through your entire being as he sunk into you, at first a pain exploding your entire mind. But his hips moved, cock thrusting too deep and fast inside of him, leaving the ecstasy of pleasure to take over. You didn’t know what to feel. Hurt, shocked? In love, desperate?

It was a dance of torture that both left you clueless and just perfectly high off him.

He detached from you, tongue lapping up the stray drops of blood just to groan against your ear.

“I’m so sorry, fuck I’m so sorry..” lips finding your throat, sucking possessive marks and nibbles into the untouched skin. You were sure you’d find yourself a whole different shade by tomorrow.

Unable to think, unable to speak, just focused on the way he thrust himself inside of you with inhuman force- it made you snap just so perfectly again. A loud series of moans, walls clenched around him to drench him in the essence of you. Suguru followed shortly. Warm white ropes spilling inside of you until you were absolutely full, dripping out against the mattress beneath you. He stilled inside of you for a moment.

“I’m so sorry my little dove.” He whispered into your ear, hand reaching to cup your cheek and wipe away stray tears. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You laid there still, trying to catch your breath and think of anything but the hard length inside of you yet filling you up. You couldn’t process any of it, not when it had been so confusing, so sudden. Raising your hand to touch your neck you winced as you met the bite mark.

When you found his gaze again it was no longer feral. No longer hungry, nor dark. Just apologetic and worried, his hands holding on to you like you’d vanish into thin air any second.

“What..” you tried to speak, head suddenly banging with pain. “What was..”

“I’m sorry.” He hushed you, stroking his thumb across your bottom lip. “I’ll explain it to you, I promise. Just rest.”

Maybe it was naive, to just trust him like that, but you didn’t have any other power in you but to weekly nod your head and let him hold you. Accepting the sleep that came with.

Suguru was so stupid. So fucking stupid.

pairings; satoru gojo x f!reader, suguru geto x f!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, choso kamo x f!reader

pre; time goes on, life is weird, but yet you settle. but when the storm shows up at your door in the middle of the night, how did you stand a chance?

content; fluff!!, more vampire lore, geto is a shameless stalker but we love him, satoru is obsessed, mentions of smut, cuddling, we love geto in this household

Suguru Geto had never meant to get this attached to you. He had wanted to remain in the back, just out of your reach, to not get lost within you. But now he understood just why his friends were.

He never got too close, no, instead he lurked back in the shadows and stalked.

It wasn’t intended to be creepy, not in any way, but Suguru wanted to know you. How you laughed when someone told a corny joke, the way your eyebrows formed tight when the sun was a bit too bright, or how you made sure to be extra kind when serving an elderly customer.

He kept his distance, just out of your vision, usually across the street by the little library. Sometimes he, with shame, would lurk outside your apartment complex in the dark. Sit on the steps that led up to your door, hear the way you spoke on the phone to your friends or the music you listened to.

He wanted to get to know you, but he didn’t want to get too close to you. Just out of reach so that you couldn’t calm the loud too much, so that he didn’t cave in.

Gojo had already gotten too deep in it. He was clearly nothing short of obsessed with you, Suguru heard it many times when he’d lurk outside to “guard” (that’s what he called it) you. Gojo, of course, making you moan extra loud when he sensed his presence.

But Satoru Gojo wasn’t the only one. Nanami, surprisingly so, was also more than knees deep in the water that was you. The only difference was that while Gojo couldn’t keep his hands off you, Nanami wanted you to be the desperate one. A sick game of cat and mouse that Suguru despised.

None of them intended it so, but it was hard to keep away. When you’d lived for longer than you were meant to, everyday being clouded with white noise and urges, the quiet around you was bound to get addictive.

Suguru could never bring himself to do that to you. Because he, of all people, knew what it would mean to love someone like them.

They were cursed.

Cursed to live a life twice as slow as everyone else, cursed to watch their friends and loved ones die of old ages while they were still stuck at 50.

But it was something that happened to everyone in this town. Whether it was when they were children, or randomly debuting in their teens, everyone was bound to wake up one day with an insatiable hunger and strength they never had before. “Dracula’s lair” as the town had been called throughout eons of folklore.

They didn’t know when it began, or if there really was a before to all of this, but they knew it was cursed. Not only them, but the creatures that lurked in the dark or the cursed spirits that tried to wreak havoc. Luckily Nanami had managed to organise the ones with enough willpower to put their urges behind and use their strength for good. While those who couldn’t control themselves, well, they were just other curses to eliminate.

Suguru remembered his brother too well. He could never control it, even killed four high school students in the process. He had been the one to have to kill him. A bittersweet memory.

He had to get you out of here, away from the curse, but he knew.

Every single second one spent here, one would be dragged too far into it. Only time could tell which part would reach you.

So, instead he watched. He lurked in the shadows, across the streets, or down the stairs. All to hear you, all to know you. Just a little far away.

You were sat on the couch of Satoru and Suguru’s house, leather digging into your bare legs while you dug into a bowl of ice cream. Vanilla flavoured. Not your favourite, but seemingly the one belonging to the white haired man before you.

“You know,” he began, ice cream still in his mouth of course. “They say this place is cursed.”

“Your house?” you raised a brow, looking at him, spoon playing with the soft white mass in your bowl.

“The town.” Satoru cleaned off his spoon carefully. He almost looked like a kid like this, childish and comfortable.

“They say evil lurks in the shadows.” This time he smirked, and you just about missed the glance he shot towards Suguru who sat by the dining table not far away.

“Yeah? By what?” You challenged him, eyes narrowed as you studied him. “Ghosts?”

“Vampires.”

This time you giggled. Hitting him on the chest, hard muscles just making the side of your hand hurt. “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious.”

He was pouting now, a whine to his tone as he clearly felt belittled by your reaction. It was cute, in a way.

“I don’t see many fanged people with dark capes, no one’s burning in the sun.” You teased him, poking his bicep to which he just swatted your hand away.

“You never know. Even I could be one.”

This time you studied his face. He was clearly joking with you, at least from your own assumption, but his pout indicated he truly believed in such a kids tale.

“You’re eating ice cream right now.” You began, poking him on the chest this time. “Your favourite food is garlic bread, I’ve seen you in the sun countless of times, and you don’t exactly sleep in a coffin.”

“But-“ This time it was Suguru who cut him off.

Clearing his throat with a slight cough, he stood from his chair and approached the couch. “It’s getting late, was thinking i’d give you a ride home.”

The two of you had definitely reached a better page in whatever your friendship was, if one even could call it that, but it was still rather quiet. It was stupid, like even more stupid than the fact that you were actively pursuing one man and getting finger fucked by another, but you actually couldn’t stop thinking about the man who now stood before you.

He plagued your thoughts, your dreams, every single thing in your brain when the quiet took over. Every time you glanced over at him you found that he had already been looking at you, leaving your brain to spiral into little delusions.

Did he feel the same?

Heh, no. Absolutely not. You barely knew each other.

But..

“Y/N?” he snapped you out of your thoughts, heat creeping up on your cheeks as you realised that you’d actually just stared at him in silence.

“Yes sure.” You chirped, standing up way too fast and eagerly. “Thank you.”

“But you can stay the night.” Satoru whined, taking it in his turn to poke your bare leg from below your little cotton shorts.

“She has work tomorrow.”

Suguru had replied for you, just right before your own lips had spoken, and fuck if that didn’t just scramble your brain.

Hah, he knew about your work. He cared about your work. God he was so dreamy..

What the fuck was wrong with you?

Suguru’s car was somewhere in between those of Gojo and Nanami’s. It was a clean and polished black, way cleaned inside than Gojo’s but not at all as preciously cared for as Nanami’s. It was spacious, large, probably able to fit a whole family.

“I could’ve just walked you know, you didn’t have to.” You broke the silence, feeling the need to make sure he didn’t feel forced into this.

He cocked a brow as he looked over to you in passenger seat, a small smirk on his lips before his hand, his hand, landed on the exposed skin of your upper thigh.

You could’ve just died happy right there and then.

His fingers weren’t rough like Nanami’s, or stupid soft like Satoru. His were large and punctual. Long digits that gently dug into the plush flesh of your thigh, a thumb that stroke soothing circles into your skin. It covered you, fondled you.

You couldn’t stop the happy little squeak that escaped you.

“Everything alright?” You looked over to him when he spoke, seeing his eyes back on the road with that smug little smirk on the corner of his lips.

How could he look so composed, so amused, while you had been rendered to a blushing soft mess in just those few seconds.

“Y-Yes.” Only one word able to escape you.

“Eyes on the road princess, don’t get yourself motion sick.”

It was just one touch, a few words, and you felt the crush inside of you bubble and explode like a bottle of champagne. Heat staining your cheeks pink, lip wobbly and eyes glossy. The sheer amount of desire felt for just this moment much more than any before.

You forced yourself to peel your eyes away from him, watching trees disappear and melt into the horizon while you drove by. As if to reward you, his fingers squeezed into the flesh of your inner thigh.

“There you go, good girl.”

Oh my god.

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him for more than a few seconds. He lingered on your skin, your mind, your lips. The words that Suguru had spoken to you as you parted replayed over and over again.

It was nothing too remarkable, just a good night and sleep well, but it had been enough for you to replay just how sultry his voice had been over and over while you made yourself cum to the memory. Twice, in fact.

So now, after a long and warm bath, and the clock reaching just past midnight, you had just gotten ready to go to bed. Skincare done, wearing a black silky pyjama set, just fluffing up your pillows when you heard a knock on the door.

Not a patient or kind one, but a desperate and hard one.

Who could possibly need anyone from you at this hour?

Part of you didn’t want to open it at all, stranger danger kicking in, but when the second and more hurried knock came you couldn’t help yourself. What if someone was in danger and needed help? The elderly lady across the street?

Careful steps across the wooden floors as you made yourself over, unlocking the door just to see-

Geto?

He was panting, hunched over so slightly with his hand resting against the wall to your right. Eyes mad, wide, lips parted with each breath. He looked like a mess.

“Suguru?” Your eyes glanced over his body, looking for any sort of injury only for none to be find. “Are you okay?”

The man stumbled across the threshold, dragging his feet as you let him in and closed the door behind him. His expression looked like sheer pain, madness and a hint of need.

“I’m sorry..” his voice was hoarse like he hadn’t had a single drop of water today. “I’m so sorry..” He was babbling, mumbling, barely coherent.

Returning to stand next to him, you brushed your hand against his arm. He was burning hot.

Without a second thought you raised your hand to press it against his forehead. It wasn’t just a fever warm, it made your hand sting.

“Jesus fucking christ you’re burning up.”

Concern had now taken over you. Leading him over to your bedroom, pulling his arm around your shoulders while you dragged him alone. He tried his best to cooperate, but he was so damn big and heavy that you just knew there’d be an ache across you tomorrow.

You helped him up into the bed, fetching a glass of water which you pulled up to his lips. He drank it like a man stuck in the desert, a few drops slipping past his mouth and staining your freshly made sheets. But that was the least of your concern right now.

Suguru laid there, groaning and huffing every now and then, eyes narrowed and droopy as he watched you take care of him. Undoing the laces of his boots and discarding them somewhere in a corner along with his jacket, trying his best to cooperate while you pulled his shirt off of him. Had it been any other moment you would’ve paused to just gawk.

Muscles stretched across his entire upper body, small little scars every here and there. But two things caught your eyes the most.

Tattoos of various motives across his arms, collarbone and the left side of his ribs. And there, as it almost inviting you, a patch of hair forming a happy trail to below his pants.

Had it been any other time, any other situation, you might even have drooled. But not this time. No, instead, you did your best to carefully step around him and press against his hot body with the cold wet cloth you’d just fetched. Across his chest, his neck, his forehead. Any attempt to cool him down as his heavy breathing filled the room.

“What happened to you?”

“I..” he began to answer, only to choke on his words.

“Actually don’t answer that right now.” You moved to feel his forehead again, sitting down next to him on the bed.

He was less warm this time, relief lifting the weight off your shoulders. Even if he still breathed like a pained mess, you had managed to get him to cool down. A mental little gold star to you.

“Well I uh, you should rest.” You began to push yourself off the bed, suddenly feeling all awkward around him. “I’ll be just outside, if you need anything just c-“

“Stay.” his hand came to wrap around your wrist, pushing you down in the bed until your arm rested on his bare chest. His grip was that of pure steel and you had the feeling that no matter how hard you tried you wouldn’t be able to pull away. Even if you wouldn’t want to in the first place.

“Stay, please.” Suguru was a bit more coherent this time, though still a mess compared to the usual composure he held.

Giving him a small nod, you kicked off the slippers on your feet and let him pull you up into the bed like you weighed nothing. Settling you to rest against his chest, arm wrapped around you like he was scared you’d leave any moment.

He was hot, almost uncomfortably so, killing off any need to bring the blanket up over you. It was almost hard to settle there on top of him. You felt awkward, out of place, scared you’d just bother him.

But when his hand snuck up just under the hem of your top and against the bare skin of your hip, fingers slightly digging into you and thumb soothing you just like in the car, you could only snuggle into his chest in pure content.

It was nice like this. He, was nice like this.

pairings; satoru gojo x f!reader, suguru geto x f!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, choso kamo x f!reader

pre; time moves fast in this town. between satoru gojo being needy, nanami being perfect, choso being new and geto being.. well, geto. can you manage?

contents; fluff, sexual tension, spanking (just once) kissing, make out session, pet names, dom vibes from nanami, stern and mean nanami but we love him, geto is finally not an asshole

That night had been weird.

And it didn’t end there, no, it followed u all the day back to work the next day when Yuuji Itadori came in looking like a truck hit him.

“You good?” You’d cheekily asked, but you weren’t met with the usual smile just a groan. “Rough night?”

“Yeah.. I think..”

“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” You were fishing for the usual Yuuji, the one who laughed about anything. But he wasn’t there.

“I think quite the opposite.. Don’t even remember going to sleep just woke up.” He ran a hand through his face with a tired groan. “You okay with taking the work out on the floor today? Think I wanna stick back with Megumi for today.”

You had agreed, willing to take on anything that would help in the moment. He had stayed like that for a few days, gloomy and tired like something plagued his mind, before slowly returning with time.

Soon, four weeks had passed since you moved in. Most of the evenings you’d spend at Nanami’s, whenever Yuuji was staying at his brother’s place, other evenings you’d let Satoru walk you home. For a moment at first it felt wierd.

When you weren’t with Nanami, Satoru would be there. Never at the same time.

It dawned upon you how strange that was, like you were passed around to babysitters, but it only took a couple days before it just became normal.

If you weren’t dining with Nanami and sneaking passionate glances, never much more than that, Satoru would convince you to let him come up to “just talk”. Which of course always ended up with his tongue on you or fingers inside of you. It never escalated further than that though, and Nanami would only ever kiss your forehead or hands.

You stood at a mix of growing impatient and just relishing the affection you did get.

And here you now sat in Nanami’s couch, legs draped over his lap as he massaged your feet, and a glass full of wine in your hand. His stood on the coffee table before him, but his long arms had no trouble reaching over whenever he needed it.

Nanami was a large man, his hands engulfing your legs while you eagerly watched the muscles of his back and shoulders almost pop through the stretch of his shirt. You wanted to touch him, feel him shudder under you, but he never let it get much further than a subtle touch or kiss anywhere but your mouth.

It was infuriating.

Even now while you wore the thigh high socks you had realised he loved, from the grotesque time spent staring at your legs, he held back. Nanami was a man too patient, and you had become a woman too bold from your wine.

“Nanami..” You teased him, raising one of your feet to poke him in the chest. He caught it, holding it down while he raised a brow at you.

“Kento.” he corrected you with a stern squeeze to your ankle.

You shuffled your self slightly closer, so your knees were over the leg furthest away from you. On instinct his hand now landed on your thigh, right above the edge of the sock.

“Nanami” repeating yourself, you sat up straighter to get closer to him. A gentle hand landing on your back.

It seemed the wine was not only your liquid courage, for Nanami now moved your body without any struggle, until you sat across his lap. One hand on your waist, the other stroking your thigh.

At first you felt triumphant, having gotten a rise out of him, but then his breath hit your neck as he spoke into your ear and you swore your entire soul froze

“If you’re gonna keep being a brat I’m gonna assume you want me to bend you over my lap and spank it out of you.” Oh.

Oh.

“Kento..” you whispered, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you turned your head to look at him.

Nanami Kento looked nothing short of wild.

His pupils had taken over most of his eyes in a wild gaze, but still he held a remarkable face of control. Lips pursed, eyebrow cocked in curiosity. You hadn’t broken a single sweat from this man. Though he had broken through to you, severely so.

“So you do know my name.” He chuckled, moving his hand to take a full grip and squeeze of your ass. A breath you didn’t even know you were holding hitched in your throat as a response.

And then, without warning, his hand smacked down on the top of your thigh. Not hard enough to hurt too bad, but enough for a loud smack and subtle sting to hang on.

Your hands gripped on to his shirt, a broken whine leaving your lips as you buried your face below his throat.

God this man was too hot, it was actually going to kill you.

“Going shy on me already?”

Nanami’s touch was far more gentle than Gojo. His was poised and pointed, intentional in any and every way as his fingers curled under your chin to force you to look up at him. “There she is.”

There was something about the sight of you that made Nanami almost fall over the edge of control. Eyes glossed over, cheeks flushed and lip hanging down in the slightest quiver. You were cute like this, already broken from only such an interaction.

“Kiss me.” You finally broke the silence, tugging yourself closer to him only for him to hold you back ever so slightly. Confused, you whined at him. “Kentoo..”

“You can ask nicer than that, come on.”

You wanted to snap back and argue, come up with some smartass comment, but just the way he looked down at you killed any and all willpower within you. So instead you swallowed your words and put on your best puppy eyes.

“Please kiss me, mmh, I want to kiss you.” it came out more as a shiver at first, but clearly he wasn’t satisfied as his hand squeezed around your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh. “hmh.. please, Kento.”

“There you go.” He moved ever so closer, all until his lips almost touched your. “Good girl.”

That sent you out of control.

Using the fistfuls of his shirt you’d balled into your hands you pulled yourself closer on top of him, lips crashing together.

If you had thought Satoru was a good kisser, Nanami Kento took every single medal there was to be had.

He was precise, not only using his lips but his entire body. Moving you, pulling you, cradling you. Though his lips were on a whole other level of anything else as well.

They engulfed yours. Passionate, pointed and also assertive. Any sense of control was handed over to him without a command. It made you dizzy. Made you feel high.

Every now and then he’d pull away from your lips to catch some air, but he never left the room silent. No he’d coo at you, stroke your cheek and praise you with words of how perfect you were.

“Gorgeous girl..” he trailed before he moved to place pointed kisses across your jaw while you caught your breath. “So fucking good for me all the time. My good girl.”

That had been enough to make you whine in desperation, grinding your body down on his for any and all friction you could find, when suddenly-

the front door opened.

The two of you froze as you heard them. Yuuji, and someone else? You let him pull you off his lap as the both of you stood, hurriedly trying to make sure you looked presentable.

“Nanami?” You heard shoes being taken off and steps approaching. The two of you made your way towards the hallway, meeting the culprit in the doorway. “I came home early, Choso’s going to Geto- oh.”

“Hi Yuuji” you chirped from Nanami’s side, giving a little wave.

At first you had feared his reaction, but as always he seemed almost oblivious to the obvious. Instead moving to wave back with a large smile.

“Y/N. You staying for dinner?”

“Oh I,” you were about to reply when you saw him.

Behind Yuuji stood a taller man, dark hair tied back into two pigtails and a remarkable tattoo across the top of his nose bridge. Dark circles, tired eyes, pale skin- embarrassingly, just your type.

“We already ate.” Nanami answered for you, walking out into the hallway of which you followed. “Was actually just about to drop her off.”

In any other situation, you’d have felt awful about being brushed away like that. But you knew Nanami, knew he likely wanted nothing more than for you to stay, knew he noticed the uncomfortable situation you’d been put in.

“Yeah.” you squeaked up, watching Yuuji pout like a child.

“Alright, guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You moved past them, trying your best not to look at the stranger when he spoke up. Rough and tired voice,

“Choso.”

You looked at him, confused at first. “My name.” Oh.

You offered him a soft smile and a nod, before you left the house with Nanami.

Choso, huh?

That night you slept like a happy child. Content, thinking of just how Nanami’s lips had felt when he gave you a good night kiss.

It was brief and fast, yet so passionate that you might as well have jumped into Jane Austin’s pride and prejudice and kissed Mr. Darcy himself. Absolutely perfect.

So much so, that when the day went on that pleased smile never seemed to leave your lips. It was wide and warm, infecting the customers you served with the sheer joy radiating off of you.

You truly felt like you were in a movie. A happy and sappy one where love always prevails. Though, right now in this very moment, it soured into a bit of horror.

When you’d stepped out of the bakery to discard some trash, you were met with Suguru Geto staring down at you. Hands in his pocket, bags dark under his eyes, and an expression you couldn’t read. You froze.

You hadn’t seen him at all since that night, if anything you had assumed him to be sick. You’d even contemplated if you had hallucinated it all.

“Suguru?” for a moment the two of you stared in silence, every now and then gaping a bit like fish when your lips parted to speak. yet neither of you seemed to find the words.

“Uhm, I..” he finally broke the silence, reaching a hand over to offer carrying one of the trash bags. You let him. “I wanted to say sorry for the other day.”

The two of you began walking towards the dumpster by the alley next to the baker.

“You mean the other week?” one of your brows raised as you looked at him.

“Yeah I-“ you cut him off.

“I was very worried for you, yknow.” You huffed out, happy expression turned sour. “Didn’t sleep at all that night. Kept thinking you’d be dead in a ditch.”

It was true. Though Nanami and Satoru had been very skilled at distracting you, it always loomed in the back of your head. The sight of his injury, the blood next to your feet, how he moved out strangely fast. After time it really felt like a fever dream.

“I’m sorry.” He looked at you as if he was pleading for your forgiveness. “I got into a fight.”

“A fight?” you crossed your arms.

“Yeah, sorta..” he trailed off. You realised this was the most you’d ever heard him speak before. “Just ran into some drunk jerk. He kept saying shit.”

You didn’t poke further for information, accepting the little you got with a content nod.

“And you’re alright now?” leaning back towards the brick wall, you looked up at him.

He looked exhausted.

“Yeah. No more bother.”

“And you’re all healed up?”

This time he chuckled, a hand moving to stroke over where his wound had been. “Yeah, my friend at the hospital patched me up right well.” He paused for a second, expression much softer than it ever had been before.

“Can we start over? feel like we got off on a bad foot.” He looked so soft like that, pleading for approval yet cold as ever.

You didn’t understand Suguru Geto one bit, perhaps you never would, but when he looked at you like that it didn’t take much to fold.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

So, in that alley, with your fingers locked- you had found yourself a new friend.

pairings; satoru gojo x f!reader, suguru geto x f!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, choso kamo x f!reader

pre; life could only get stranger from here. but at the very least you have nanami, always proving himself to be the perfect man.

contents; fluff, angst?, reader is avoiding gojo oops, nanami is perfect, old fashioned nanami, blood, injuries, vampire, uh oh lore, vampire!jjk au, mention of curses

The weekend passed too slow. An agonising pace leaving you unwilling to even go outside your own apartment.

Images and memories of the friday evening crept upon you like with intent to haunt you. Satoru’s lips on yours, fingers in you, and that damn pained look it had ended with. The betrayed, almost hurt, yet so distant look that pushed you to rush out of the house and walk all the way home.

Satoru had tried to get a hold of you, and sure you’d respond every now and then, but the sweet feeling of flirting with him had turned sickly and sour. He was hot, charismatic, and made your insides tingle- but there was something more in the eyes of Suguru Geto. Something almost sinister, like it was fated.

The message notifications through your phone had barely died down as Monday approached. He wanted to know how you were, where you were, what you wore. You could only imagine the pout as you gave him dry replies. It wasn’t entirely his fault, the way you felt now, but avoiding it altogether was the safest route to go.

So, when the bell rung an hour after the last costumers had left, and you were all alone cleaning up, you couldn’t help but feel your breath just stop. Bracing yourself for the conversation, the confrontation, you made your way out of the kitchen.

“Look, I..”

But it wasn’t Satoru Gojo that you met. Instead before you stood blonde hair, amber eyes, and a tan suit across ridiculously muscular shoulders.

“Nanami.”

“Kento,” he corrected you, stepping further into the shop.

“Kento. Hi.” you couldn’t help the girlish smile across your face when you leaned against the counter and watched him. You’d almost forgot about him in this entire mess. “What can I do for you?”

“Go out with me.”

It was blunt and forward, yet practiced like he’d thought out just how he wanted to tell it to you. Much like when he asked you to sit.

“Oh, huh?” Surprise held you at first before you melted into comfort. “Where to?”

“Let me make you dinner, at my place.” He was so practiced and poised, hand mindlessly adjusting the watch on his right wrist. You saw it then, long and thick digits and veins that made you shudder.

“Not so much taking me out if you want me at yours.” You teased him, popping up to stand from where you leaned. You couldn’t help yourself at all as you walked up, hands toying with his tie, a hand of his landing across your back on instinct.

This was your third encounter, yet it felt like you’d known each other much longer. He knew just about everything there was to say about you, and though he hadn’t said as much to you- it was like you just knew him.

“I’d love to, Ken.” the nickname came before you even had the chance to contain it.

“Ken?” Nanami looked at you with a raised brow, tiniest bit of hint of a smile on the corner of his lips. If he wasn’t so poised and proper, you’d almost think he was flustered. Almost.

“mhmm..” you hummed, stepping back with a smile.

He waited for you as you finished cleaning up, patiently listening to you describe your day and weekend, conveniently leaving out friday entirely. And then, when you were done, you hooked your arm in his and let him lead you to his car. A car nothing short of screaming expensive.

It was perfectly clean and polished, a silver car with clean black leather seats. He even opens the door for you and helps you buckle in.

“I am very capable on my own, you know.” You tease as he gets in himself.

“I want to do it for you.” It was sincere, leaving you ever so taken aback. “Just let me help you.”

So you did, let him help you. When he let a hand rest on your nervously bouncing leg, when he opened the door and offered his hand to help you out, when he let you slip under his arm and into the doorway of his house first. Which, by the way, looked the same type of expensive his car did. A large traditional home, the outside decorated with beautiful plants and you swore you could see a little pond sticking out from the garden, the inside furnished with dark wood and leather seats. You’d taken him for a guy who liked reading, but you didn’t expect the sheer amounts of books across bookshelves.

Nanami helped you hang up your jacket, even helped you taking off your shoes before he led you to the kitchen. You felt nothing short of pampered and spoiled.

“If you keep going this way I might get the wrong impression.” You suggested teasingly as you sat on one of the barstools by a countertop that let the kitchen see out towards the living area.

“And what impression is that?” He hummed back, getting to work on grabbing pots and pans.

“That you’re in love with me.”

It was meant to be nothing but a slight jest. The two of you had met three times, him knowing ten times more of you than you did him, yet it felt so familiar and just correct. But when the man paused, tense shoulderblades right before your gaze, everything just tied together.

“Would that be so bad?”

You had watched him cook that night, seen how the tight muscles of his body had flexed so deliciously under that tight dressing shirt. This time you were the one who asked the questions which he happily replied to.

You learned that he was 31, 8 years older than yourself, had never been married nor had any kids though he wanted some in the future. When he found the right one. As he said that, you couldn’t help but want to be the right one. Was that crazy, this soon?

He then spoke more in detail of his old job. His friends, especially Haibara who he’d mentioned before. He didn’t say just what but he told you that the two of them had something important in common. Something that would connect them forever. You asked him about his family, his childhood, his favourites- and suddenly, the two of you weren’t so strange after all.

The two of you spoke as you ate the food he made, sipped the wine he poured and blushed at every single compliment he laid out. You didn’t think you could ever outgrow hearing him say you were beautiful. You almost begged him to say it again, every single time.

The two of you parted in the parking lot by your home, but not without him pressing a tender yet precise kiss to your temple. In which you replied by reaching up on your toes to kiss his cheek.

“I enjoyed tonight. A lot.”

“So did I.” He murmured back, reaching to brush hair away from the side of your face.

You barely slept that night, staying up just to think of him with a dreamy smile.

Nanami was a gentleman, someone who refused to let you do any more work than you needed. Whenever you offered to help him cook, he’d looked back at you with a stern face and a mean “tsk” on his tongue. You’d keep asking though, just for that reaction.

Nanami felt safe, too good to be true. Was it love, already? You weren’t so sure yourself, though it felt nice and perfect you’d only met him a handful times. If it had been anyone else confessing their love to you like that you would have up and left immediately. But him..

The way he said it, the way he spoke to you, it felt like you’d known each other for centuries. And you quite enjoyed that.

The next day you’d spent practically beaming your way through work. Megumi and Yuuji had stayed completely oblivious to your state, but Nobara had noticed. And teased you about it. You felt like a teenage girl longing for some popstar again.

A feeling which didn’t start to settle until you were too tired to feel it.

Left alone to close again, after you’d insisted that you’d be fine to do it on your own, you had just about finished up when the bell in the door rang. Had they not seen the closed sign across the window?

“I’m sorry, we’re closed.” You turned to see who had entered. Had it been an elderly lady again, or just some hungry kid?

What you hadn’t expected was Suguru Geto standing in front of you, no, approaching you. A bewildered and borderline crazy look on his face as he stalked towards you.

“Suguru..” your back hit the wall as you stepped back, but his gait did not falter. If anything you now just noticed the stumble, the drag in his step, up to the.. wait was that blood?

Across his side his shirt had been torn off slightly, blood seeping out through from his skin.

“Suguru.” You tried to say a bit more pointed this time, unable to think let alone be assertive when he stood before you. His hand on the wall, eyes gazing down at your shorter frame. “Suguru you’re injured.” You tried again, hand on his shoulder to try and push him up.

But instead of replying, or anything of worth, he rested his head against your shoulder. Forehead against your collarbone, breath hot against your skin. It was almost enough to daze your head in a warm bliss.

“Suguru..” this time it was more of a whisper, concern all over your lips and eyes as you moved to brush back a bit of his hair, meeting his eyes as he looked up at you. Dark brown eyes, pupil barely visible, his gaze much stronger than his actions. He looked at you like you were a prey, but melted against your touch like a tamed dog.

“Ah..” He breathed out, eyes shutting close as if talking was painful. As if just looking at you burned through his soul.

But just as fast as he had been in your touch, nuzzling into your hand, it was as if it snapped in him to get it together. He moved, almost inhumanly fast, barging out through the door and into the dark night.

Leaving you there, confused with a small pool of blood next to your feet and a sad frown on your face.

Suguru Geto had ran home in the dark, more or less breaking into his own front door as he coughed up the blood that had already threatened to spill. Everything was so loud now, buzzing in his ears and clouding his eyes. He’d gotten a moment of silence in the presence of you, but regrettably also the clarity of just what he was doing.

“Geto.” It was Choso who first stood, wasting no time to walk over and help him stabilise. “What the fuck happened?”

They’d all been there, Nanami and Shoko by the dinner table, whilst Satoru and Choso stood nearby. Even Toji had made his way over for the meeting. But Suguru had been nowhere to be found, until now.

“I fucking..” a groan left his lungs as he was helped to lay down across the couch, breaths heavy and pained. “I caught him. I actually..” his words were slurred with pain, wincing as Shoko kneeled beside him and assessed his injuries. “He- argh..”

“Where.” Toji had been the next person to speak the loudest over the newfound chatter. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t fucking know?” It took little to piss off the man who pushed himself up to stand. “You’re so fucking stupid for even going out alone.”

“Toji, calm down.” Nanami tried to calm the situation, though the expression on his face was just as pained.

“No, I fucking won’t. While we sit here doing nothing, while he fucking fails” he began, trying to control himself as if to not break something in his friends’ house. “My fucking son is in danger. The whole damn town.”

Everything was moving so fast in the room, which now had began to spin. Suguru felt it, his consciousness dripping away with time. But before it could take him, Shoko bit her own wrist and held it to his mouth.

“Here, it’ll get you a little stronger at least.” She winced as he gulped down the red liquid.

It wouldn’t cure him, but it’d keep him from getting worse. A vampire’s blood could never satisfy the same a humans did, could never do just what it could, but all of them had sworn off any such indulgent ages ago.

They had much more important tasks at hand.

This one being, prevent Ryomen Sukuna from murdering the entire town.

A/N: Vampire!jjk characters hunting curses? Gulp…

pairings; satoru gojo x f!reader, suguru geto x f!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, choso kamo x f!reader

pre; after your rather interesting first day in the town, you move on to the next. but as it turns out, somehow, your new life could only get more interesting..

content; gojo is a shameless flirt, geto is kind of an asshole, jealous nanami, jealous geto, flirting, fluff, smut, fingering, dry humping, soft dom gojo? ish

pairings; satoru gojo x f!reader, suguru geto x f!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, choso kamo x f!reader

pre; moving from the city for a fresh start was just what you needed. to a small countryside town, famous for its scenery and isolated location. you just hadn’t expected what you’d find in it, or who you’d find..

content; fluff, slight anxiety, nanami is HOT, first day at work!

Raindrops danced across the window of your new apartment, parting and joining like a gloomy waltz. The weather had been the same since you arrived last night, grey and eerie but somehow comfortable. It fit the scenery just perfectly.

With a small stretch of your shoulders you sat up straight to properly look around.

The town was very peculiar. A mix of traditional japanese houses and shrines with somewhat more modern buildings in the core. Beautiful greenery stretched across the place, trees and flowers as well as vines capturing it in a view all too serene.

If it hadn’t been so far from any other civilisation it would’ve been the perfect tourist trap.

You let out a small yawn as you stood from your bed, the shirt you’d slept in loosely hanging off your shoulder while your hair was nothing short of a mess. There was still plenty time to get ready for the day you told yourself as you stepped past the unpacked boxes on your floor, no rush for anything.

You’d moved here for the same reason you assumed the couple you saw walking down the street had came here. Peace.

It’s not like your previous life was too bad, but it was definitely too much. Juggling studying between working and also keeping up with your social life had drained the will to live out of your soul. So, as soon as you graduated, you packed your bags and moved to the first place you found listed in the newspapers. Though at the time you had only been interested in the ridiculously cheap price, it had now become the best decision in your entire life. It was almost too perfect to be true, especially as you somehow managed to score a job just while your brother helped you unpack his car of your things.

An elderly lady had stood there watching you, waiting for the free time to ask you if you had a moment to spare. You had agreed, listening to her ramble on about how she had this little bakery down the street but had grown far too tired to work and the boys she’d hired couldn’t entirely be trusted with that workload. Baking was one of your favourite hobbies, so, there, in your first thirty minutes of living here, you were already settled.

Was it a dream? Maybe. But you had no intention of waking up just yet.

The morning was spent efficiently getting ready and caffeinated for the day. You settled on wearing a black skirt that reached to just about your mid thigh, a grey shirt and some sheer black tights. It was simple and comfortable, yet at least somewhat professional.

With confident enough steps you made your way over to bakery you’d been told of, the bell above the door ringing as you opened it.

“Oh?” A voice before you trailed, a teenage boy meeting your gaze. “Oh! Hello!”

He had pink hair that ruffled across his head, wide brown eyes staring at you with an element of surprise.

“We haven’t opened yet-“

“Well, I..” you began, nerves hitting you all of a sudden as you realised just how fast everything had moved.

“Pretty sure that’s the girl Mrs. Anami mentioned earlier.” Another voice startled you, this time belonging to a boy with raven black hair. He watched you cautiously, what seemed like a permanent scowl etched across his face. Not nearly as warm of an energy as the first.

“That would be me.” You offered both of them a smile. It still felt like you were a deer caught on the highway, but at least you’d been rescued from the need to explain yourself.

“Oh!” the pink haired boy explained, shuffling over to you with a wide smile as he held his hand out. “Yuuji.”

You took his hand and told him your name, unable to contain your giggle as he repeated it after you. Then he turned, gesturing back to the other boy who stood by the register with a broom in hand. “That’s Megumi, he’s a bit of a sour guy.”

“Am not!” Megumi defended himself, or more so spat back at his friend.

“Are too!”

You noticed their dynamic very fast as the morning went on. Yuuji was cheerful, a little aloof and clumsy sometimes but still a joy to be around. Megumi wasn’t so bad either. A lot more reserved, not making nearly as many jokes as Yuuji, but very efficient at his job

Then after a while came Nobara, a girl their age as well. She was kind and warm, but clearly held much more patience towards you than she did the other boys. With you she laughed, with them she scowled. The two of you alternated between the role of cashier and helping Megumi in the kitchen, whom by the way was an amazing baker and cook, while Yuuji played the role of a server. For the first time in a while everything felt nice. You fit in their little group perfectly despite being 2-3 years older than them.

There wasn’t that many customers coming through the door, though not much else was expected in such a small town, mainly elderly couples or the occasional parent picking coming in with their kid. Sometimes even teenagers who just needed a quiet place to study. It was a slow pace, yet a nice one. At least until what felt like Zeus himself striking you came through the door.

“You know, you’re not as useless as I first assumed.” Yuuji had teased you with a grin, poking your shoulder. The bakery had been quiet for the last hour which left the lot of you with time for banter.

“Oh really? Who’s behind the counter and who’s forced to carry dishes?” You clapped back, smirk creeping on to your lips. He laughed back at you with that wide toothy smile.

“Well ya’ caught me there. But-“ his words were cut off as the bell rang, eyes snapping over to whom had opened the door. “Nanami!”

You turned your head over to witness just who could possibly have made Yuuji Itadori squeal like some teenage fangirl, but all you received was your breath stuck in your throat and cheeks warming hot.

In the doorway stood a man who was so attractive it should be illegal. Blonde well kept hair framing in the face you swore was sculpted by the gods, tall frame with broad shoulders and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He wore a white button up, sleeves bunched up just around his elbows showing off his muscular forearms, and some black dress pants. Across his arm he had folded a black jacket, or maybe even a blazer, slightly damp from the rain that had stilled just a while ago.

“Itadori.” His voice was deep.

If the first view of him hadn’t made your knees weak, the way he turned to look at you definitely did. Amber eyes met yours, a small burrow of his eyebrows forming, lips parting as if to speak before Yuuji interrupted him again.

“You’re off work early today, huh?” The boy more or less gleamed at the man like he was some fucking idol. “Megumi actually just finished his batch of chocolate croissants if you want one.”

But the boy’s words seemed to fall on deaf ears as the man simply just stared at you. Like he saw past your face, your body, all the way to your soul. It made you feel nothing but small. Yuuji eventually noticed his gaze and turned to you, completely oblivious just how hungry his eyes had been upon you.

“This is Miss Y/N, she’s here to help out after Mrs. Anami took her break. She’s actually really nice.” Yuuji beamed at you, hand gestured over to where you stood like child with stage fright.

Nanami’s lips parted as his tongue clicked, as if to taste the name he did not speak out loud. He gave you a small nod and cleared his throat before returning his attention to the boy before him. If you had been any less flustered, you might have noticed how the man’s ears had flushed just a shade of pink.

You moved to return to the kitchen, needing a break from whatever that was, but there was not much of a break to be had as Yuuji followed you back in and tapped a hand on your shoulder.

“I actually need to go back home, would you help them close for the day?” He slipped a key into your hand as you responded with a nod. “Oh and, go out and give Nanami a plate of two croissants will ya? Already let him help himself to coffee, but I really have to bounce.”

Fuck.

As if you were the only person he trusted with the, albeit mundane and really easy?, job he turned to leave the bakery. Couldn’t Nobara have been assigned that task, or even Megumi? You almost considered offering to take over doing the dishes just to escape the burning gaze of whoever Nanami was. But, there was something in you that just burned at the thought of going out there.

So, after dusting off the flour on your hands and removing the white stained apron you wore, you took the plate of pastries out from the kitchen and into the bakery. Nanami sat in one of the booths, cup of steaming hot black coffee in one hand while he read something on his phone with the other. As soon as he heard you, though, his eyes seemed to snap up to you.

“Oh, thank you.” he said as you put the plate on the table before him.

Something about his voice was so alluring. It wasn’t bored, though borderline nonchalant and flat, but it also wasn’t energetic. If anything it was nothing but patience that dripped down from the lingering tone.

You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do when he looked down at this phone again. You wanted to say something, anything, but your words failed you and forced you to turn to walk away. Except, it seemed his voice commanded you more than your own thoughts.

“Sit.”

Turning to him nervously and swallowing as you replied, “I’m sure I’m uh, needed in the kitchen or Megumi and..”

Your babbling was cut short when his left eyebrow raised ever so slightly, as if he without words had repeated his command. Sit.

With a shaky and nervous tempo of breath you sat down from across him. Your hands on your knees as your body tensed, unable to look anywhere but his face. He knew you were flustered, he must’ve, because he chuckled lightly and sat back comfortably in his seat.

“So, what brought you here?” He asked you in that calm but stern tone of his, watching you intently. At first you almost struggled to answer but there was something about him that just soothed your worries.

“Ah uh, I wanted something more quiet, I suppose…” You told him as your fingers nervously toyed with the hem of your skirt.

“Not much of a calm life before?”

Nanami seemed to be studying you. From the way your eyes refused to meet his, to the way you bunched up like you were afraid of taking up more space.

“No, not really..” A sheepish smile ghosted across your face. “I uh, tried to balance it all you know? Work, studies, all that. I grew up in the city so it was of course where I ended but..”

His favourite thing about you was unarguably the way you rambled when given the chance. A bubbly tone sneaking upon your voice even as you spoke of the most mundane things. Your two older siblings that had moved away long before you reached the age where you could, the apartment with mold that your landlord refused to deal with, and how you regretted the course you ended up studying. It was cute, really cute.

“So uh..” you cleared your throat, noticing how you had done all the talking so far. “What brings you here?”

“I mean, not much different from you.” He sat up straight, and this time you finally met his gaze. “Grew up here as a boy, ended up moving to Tokyo for university and inevitably work. Drained the hell out of me.”

The way he spoke let a small giggle escape your lips. It was poised and patient, yet he seemed to huff with annoyance as he mentioned work. Nanami raised a brow, looking down at you.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No not at all.” But you couldn’t hide the silly little smile you held. “Keep going”

So he did, told you of just how taxing his life had become, how he swore it had taken at least ten years of his lifespan. He also told you of why he’d decided to move back, this time bringing his friend from university named Haibara, and how he’d began work here as chief of the town’s small hospital. You leaned that he’d been back for four years so far.

The interaction wasn’t at all expected, but you welcomed it nonetheless as time went on. So much time, in fact, that eventually your newfound coworkers had finished cleaning up the entire kitchen and began making their way to the door.

“Oh, god I’m so sorry for hogging up your time.” You feverishly apologised, rushing to stand up out of the booth.

Nanami simply looked at you with that same expression he always seemed to have. Patient.

“Let me walk you home.” You assumed it was intended as an offer of hospitality, but you couldn’t help but shake the feeling it was almost a demand. Not an uncomfortable one, but a guiding one.

“I couldn’t possibly take up even more of your time, Mr. Nanami.” You tried to wave it off, but the blonde man stood as well.

“I insist.” He told you, gentle features keeping you still. “And you should call me Kento.”

Kento?

You let your thoughts taste the syllables and sounds of his name, brain giddy and flushed with the idea of being on first name basis already. Was it a little crush? maybe. But whatever it was, something about him just felt like you had to be close to him.

So, when the both of you had stepped out and you’d locked the door, you took the arm he offered to hook your arm in while his other held the jacket.

The streets were rather empty as he walked you the short bit, air quiet where none of you spoke. It was a comfortable quiet, not an unwelcome one at all, that made you feel just like you imagined all those girls in teenage romance movies had felt. Sappy and content.

“Thank you.” He had surprised you when you’d reached the stair up to your little apartment.

“What for?” You replied, a little taken aback.

“For the conversations.” He looked down at you, expression unreadable. You realised just how close the two of you were, chest fast and cheeks flushed. “It was nice to get to know you a little.”

“Well maybe you’ll have to come back to get to know me more.” You teased him a little, moving your arm away from his. It earned you a small chuckle from the man who moved to stroke a stray piece of hair from your face.

“I certainly will.” Nanami stepped back, giving you a small nod. “Good night.”

“Good night, Kento.”

summary; Suguru Geto is not a social man, he doesn’t go to parties and he doesn’t stay out late with his roommate Satoru. Instead he finds himself drowned in the world of art and canvas, suddenly utterly stunned and devoted to the sight of you.

contents; smut, use of alcohol and drugs (weed), smoking, swearing, suguru is a bit of a simp, suguru is also an idiot, gojo is a wonderful wingman, daddy kink, breeding kink (NOT proof read)

“take it slow, take it easy on me. and shed some light, shed some light on me please”

Dividers from here

pre, heian era sukuna (not true form), more or less an au with creative liberties, arranged marriage, sukuna is very rich and powerful, amateur writer. sukuna is a simp and a shameless stalker.

summary; your hand for a name, a status. a deal only your family name could win out on. you know nothing of the world, sheltered and far too naive, and with no experience you are thrown right in the hands of the “king of curses”. right there, in the clutches and claws of pure evil, you are the light that cracks through his dark veil.

content warnings; mild angst, raised voice arguing, sukuna is little mean, smut, fingering, somewhat power imbalance but positive, stalker behaviour, NOT PROOF READ!

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Ascended Astarion x gn reader.

Just an angst drabble of a scenario i’ve imagined lately. Astarion is described as rather abusive.

TW:Abuse, isolation, depressive thoughts, suicide.