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[definitelynotsaint]

01:58 | Geto Suguru

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Suguru’s fingers trail the small of your back, trace a path along the familiar skin.

“Well if you insist,” he replies with a soft smile. Your fingers pinch teasingly at his side, giggles falling from your lips when he bites at your cheek in retaliation.

“I’m scared of the dark.”

His laughter subsides at this, glancing about the dark of his room. The only light breaking the expanse is the beams of the moon sneaking through his blinds.

“I sleep with a nightlight.”

Suguru almost laughs, pokes your side and teases you for your juvenile fear. He pauses at the seriousness in your eyes, the way you shyly look at him from where you lay beneath him.

“I’ve never seen one in your room,” he finally decides on, nose nudging into the crook of your neck as he relaxes against you.

“I hide it before you come over.”

“Why? Were you afraid I’d tease you?”

Your fingers run through the dark tresses of his hair, looping it through your fingers as you contemplate.

“No, I know you wouldn’t. I guess I’m a little less scared when you’re there.”

You feel Suguru’s grin against your skin at your words, though neither of you take note. He pulls you closer to him, presses a kiss to your neck.

“I’m scared of the ocean,” he whispers to you.

“But we were just at the beach last week, we—

Fingers trace a familiar path across your skin, his warm breath puffs against you.

“I guess I’m a little less scared when you’re there.”

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04:34 | Sukuna Ryomen

Sukuna + the “bothering the tired barista you have a crush on” trope for ur little ask game if that’s okay 😚💖 - @euthymiya // SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST THIS I THOUGHT IT WAS QUEUED SOBS. anyway ily and i have literally never written sukuna before so plz dont hate it and me ty 🙏🏻

“Go away.”

There’s a deep chuckle behind you; familiar as much as it is annoying. You have no doubt Sukuna’s leaned against the counter to goad you (despite you telling him time and time again not to dirty your counters).

“That’s not anyway to talk to a paying costumer, sweetheart.”

You hear the smirk in his voice, steeling yourself before turning to face him. His grin grows wider when he sees the look of disdain on your face, eyes scanning you as you cross your arms.

“You look good today,” he flirts, canine nipping at his bottom lip.

“Do I not look good everyday?” You sass, pushing the lid onto his cup before sliding it to him, “Can I get you anything else?”

“I didn’t order this,” he frowns, “you were too busy ignoring me to take my order.”

“Sukuna,” you sigh, “you come in here at the same time, every day, bother me with the same senseless flirting, and order the same exact drink every time.”

“It must be working if you remember that much about me, sweetheart.”

“Your total is $9.27.” You turn the screen towards him in a huff, tapping your foot as you wait for him to pay.

“$9.27? Since when?”

“Since now. Right now,” you say, crossing your arms in victory when he taps his card on the reader.

“Draining my pockets, as usual.” Sukuna sighs, shooting a glare to the line beginning to form behind him as someone utters for him to hurry up.

“You’re holding up my line,” you smirk, leaning across the counter to rub it in his face, if just a bit more.”

“Brat,” he mutters, rushing forward to kiss your cheek quickly, “see you at home?”

“Yes,” you answer sheepishly, eyeing the costumer next in line warily, “now get out of my shop before I call in security.”

“Always finding a reason to tie me up, huh?”

“Out!”

[definitelynotsaint]

20:18 | Fushiguro Megumi

tw: suggestive but nothing too crazy. gn i think but lmk idk

“The whole point of this was me taking care of you, you know?”

Megumi hums, fingers carding through your locks as he rinses the shampoo out of it. His broad frame presses against your back, legs tucked next to you in the too small bathtub.

“Taking care of you helps me relax. I like when you’re taken care of,” he murmurs, lips pressing against the nape of your neck once the soap is washed away.

“I can take care of you in other ways, you know,” you giggle suggestively, turning to face him as you wiggle your brows.

Megumi snorts at this, hands moving softly up your thighs as your breath hitches.

“Oh yeah?”

Hot kisses are pressed against your skin, fingers tracing teasingly at the crease of your thigh. A strong hand moves to grab at the fat of your chest before settling on your neck, Megumi squeezes teasingly before turning your head to press a kiss to your parted lips.

Your legs snap shut, pushing his hand away before turning to face him fully. You kiss away the pout of his lips, running your fingers through unkempt hair.

“I said I could take care of you.”

Megumi rolls his eyes, hands squeezing at your waist, stomach, thighs; anything he can get ahold of.

“And I said taking care of you helps me relax,” a calloused hand presses against you, stroking teasingly, “so let me relax, yeah?”

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15:04 | Fushiguro Toji

“Where you goin’, sweetheart?”

Amusement trickles like honey from Toji’s lips, big hands gripping your hips impossibly tighter as your back arches deeper.

“You were beggin for me just a few minutes ago, ‘please, toji,’ he mocks, “‘harder, faster, deeper,’ such a greedy little thing.”

His hips pause their movements. You sigh in relief much too soon, eyes nearly popping wide open when he presses into you as deep as he can. Strong arms lace under you, crossing over your chest before pulling your back to meet his front.

“T-toji I’m—

“I know,” he groans, “I know. Cum on my cock baby, let go.”

@tojilvrs sry to torment you but have this sliver of a toji draft i’ll probably never finish

[definitelynotsaint]

19:39 | Okkotsu Yuta

for my beloved @yuutito plz bear with me i have not written smut in so long // cw dry humping, pining, tried to keep it as gn! as possible. ily aleks MWUAH

“I’ll take the floor.”

It’s hard to ignore the blush on Yuta’s cheeks where he stands at the end of the full sized bed. Originally there had been arrangements for two beds, but the hotel had double booked a room and well— here you are.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Okkotsu,” you sigh, letting your bag fall to the floor with a thud, “we’re both adults. I think it’ll be okay if we share a bed.”

“Well, I just don’t know if—

“Do you have a problem with me or something? Do I stink Okkotsu, that why you don’t want to share a bed?”

It was fun to tease him. See his eyes go wide and hands flail in a panic to defend himself; granted a little mean, but the flush of his cheeks always brought a warmth to your heart.

“That’s not what I meant, I just mean it could be you know… awkward in the morning.” Yuta nervously clears his throat, fingers twisting at the band that rests on his lithe fingers.

“Telling me you get a bad case of the stiffies in the morning, Okkotsu?”

Too low? Maybe. You smile softly to yourself as Yuta blubbers and babbles excuses. Pacing the room to defend himself of your antics.

“I’m only teasing, it’ll be fine. We can place a pillow between us if it’ll make you feel better, yeah?”

Yuta cuts himself off, closed eye smile spreading across his features as he agrees with you before stumbling to the showers.

The room is nice— way nicer than any hotel you’d stayed in on a mission before. Though you suppose you have Gojo to thank for that. Running water lulls you into a trance, moving to unpack the few items you’d brought with you while you wait for your turn in the shower.

A heat simmers deep in your gut when Yuta opens the door in nothing but a towels. Droplets seem to fall in slow motion down the pale ridges of his stomach. He says something to you (though if you’re honest you’re not sure what), before shyly moving to his bag to dress himself. You take it as your sign to enter the bathroom quickly, heart racing and a heat flushing through you before you shake yourself out of it.

Yuta’s already in bed by the time you get out, back facing you with a pillow separating him from your side of the bed. You debate moving it in faux hope of his warmth encompassing you, but you think better of it. Yuta mumbles a soft, “goodnight,” into the room and you return the cadence before falling into a deep slumber.

A whine emits from the deepest parts of you, a heat so fierce burning through your core you push back against the warmth encompassing you from behind. There’s an echo of a whine, and your grogginess of sleep dissipates in an instant. There’s a hardness pressed into the small of your back, a stuttered breath felt against your slickened skin.

Yuta mumbles something behind you, his hips canting against you once again. You freeze, unsure of what to do. The heat from before blazes brighter, and you subconsciously rock back into him. Another sound falls from his pretty lips; this time closer to a groan. Big hands wrap around your waist pressing you harder against him.

You shouldn’t, you really really shouldn’t. But Yuta’s hips press harder and harder into you, growing more frantic.

“Fuck,” you whine, the eroticism of him getting off to just the feel of your body has you keening hands moving to grab at his forearms.

There’s a stutter and a quick intake of breath behind you— he’s awake.

“Oh my— I’m so sor—

“Don’t stop,” you whine, pressing your hips back into him, “please Yuta. Don’t stop.”

There’s a hesitance in his touch, but then the grip of his hands turn harsher. Hips moving faster as he shoves his face into your neck to breathe you in.

“Can’t believe this is happening,” he groans, “don’t know— fuck— don’t know how many times I’ve pictured this.”

“Touch me,” you whine, the beg falling from your lips easily as you rut back into him.

“Yeah,” he moans, hands shoving past your sleep shorts quickly to paw a you, “yeah”

Yuta’s quick with his hands, moving so surely you can barely think straight. Teeth sink into the soft skin of your shoulder and he’s moving faster and and and—

“I’m cumming,” he growls, “fuck cum with me. Cum with me, baby. Come on.”

His hands move faster, free arm pressing you against him as if to tuck you into the warmth of his ribs.

“Yuta,” you whine, “Yuta I’m—

You moan in unison, hips stuttering as you both climax. There’s a heat in the air and Yuta paws greedily at your chest as he eases you both down from the highs.

The room is quiet, but not uncomfortably so. Yuta shuffles awkwardly behind you, and you feel the stickiness of his cum press against you from between the layers of clothing you’d yet to shed.

“Still want to take the floor?” You ask, basking in the loud laugh that falls freely from his lips.

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19:54 | Gojo Satoru

notes: he picks reader up, suggestive comments, don’t even fucking look at me this is a moment of weakness.

“I’m soaking wet.”

“Ah, I’m sorry about that, baby,” Satoru smirks, “do I need to leave the room so you can compose yourself?”

You glare at him from the front door, rain drenched clothes sticking uncomfortably to you. He hops up from his spot on the couch, walking giddily over to pinch your cold cheeks.

“How about I warm you up?” he asks cheekily, eye brows dancing suggestively as he pulls at your wet clothes.

“Seriously, Satoru?” you chide, pout forming on your lips as the air of the house chills your bones.

“I just meant a bath!” He says defensively, giggling to himself when you roll your eyes at him. Big hands aid you in undressing, the flop of your clothes hitting the floor making you sigh in relief.

He insists on carrying you to the bathroom, warm hands embracing you before he sets you gently on the lid of the toilet.

Satoru starts your bath, pokes and prodes at you to make you smile for him.

“I could join you know?” he says innocently (as innocent as Satoru gets), fiddling with the hem of his shirt as you eye him accusingly.

“No funny business,” he promises (lies).

“I can’t stand you,” you sigh, making room for him to join you in the pool of warmth.

“Is that why you’re sitting down?” he winks, big hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his broad chest.

He yelps when you pinch him, insisting you kiss it better before he finally settles. Broad hands massage at your aching limbs, and you curse the heat that simmers in your belly at his movements.

“Satoru?”

He hums in acknowledgment, lips pressing against your nape.

“I’m soaking wet.”

Big hands part your legs, teeth nip at your neck.

“Yeah? How about I warm you up then?”

[definitelynotsaint]

I. Lie to me, lie to me, lie to me

cw: description of dead body, murder mystery au

authors note: idk what this is, potentially a mini series. lmk what you think <3

“Cause of death?”

There’s a chill in the air of the morgue, though you wouldn’t know with the attire of the forensic scientist currently sat at her stool. You rub at your bare arms for warmth, eyeing Kugisaki enviously where she sits clad in her usual skirt and shirt.

“How are you not cold?” your partner interrupts, eyeing her wearily as he pulls his suit jacket tighter.

“You get used to it,” she answers quickly, grabbing a file from her cabinet before she joins you in front of the victim.

“Originally we thought the cause of death was the stab wounds, naturally.”

“Naturally,” Megumi says.

“But it if you look here,” she snaps gloves on, tracing along the bruised neck of the victim, “the lacerations are deep, most likely some sort of thin wire.”

“So he died from asphyxiation?”

“Yes,” she responds, before pulling the sheet just below the man’s waist.

“So the stab wounds…”

“Overkill,” you respond, “an act of passion? Our suspect likely knew the victim.”

“There’s something else,” Kugisaki says wearily, “the contents of his stomach. Or well— what’s left of it.”

She pulls a bag from a table compartment, laying it on the table before eyeing both you and Megumi.

“Is that—

“Yes,” Megumi interrupts, “it’s a finger.”

“I’m home!” You call from the door, easing your shoes off before padding into the living room.

Yuuta smiles softly up at you from his spot on the couch, opening his arms before pulling you to him eagerly.

“Hey angel,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, “how was work?”

“Long,” you sigh, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, dinner is in the oven for you,” his fingers trace along your palm, “catch any bad guys today?”

“I wish, the case is still open.”

“Any leads?” Big hands wrap around your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap.

“There was a finger in his stomach.”

Yuuta’s movements pause, his face pressing against your neck.

“Yuuta.”

He hums in acknowledgment, fingers fidgeting with a loose string on your blouse.

“Did you do it?”

His movements pause, watery eyes looking up at you before he ducks away again.

“Do what?”

“Did you kill him?”