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the six of cups

pairing: geto x reader, background satosugu

summary: Tokyo and Kyoto have been ravaged by a serial killer targeting women. You're a journalist in the middle of it all and as the city grows more and more afraid, your determination to find the killer never wanes. In the middle of all of this, lies the fate of your relationship with your boyfriend and colleague, Geto Suguru.

warnings: this is a slasher au, there is murder, sex, blood, drugs, lying

word count: 10.3k

a/n: written for @strawberrystepmom's halloween collab (this is long overdue). i hope you enjoy and please rb/leave a comment/leave an ask if you did!

“Did you see the email that came through from corporate?” Mei Mei asks in a hushed voice, leaning over so that nobody around you can overhear. There’s no reason to be so discreet. It’s only you two on this section of the floor anyway.

“No I didn’t, I’ve been working on this thing for Yaga all morning,” you reply before sending off an email and turning your full attention to her, “Why? What’s up?”

“Gakuganji sent this email to everyone,” she says, standing behind you and leaning over you to scroll through your inbox for you. The end of her braid tickles your forehead but you pay it no mind. She has a bad habit of doing this, being nosy and prying into things she doesn’t need to pry into. But you allow her to- perhaps the scent of her perfume has deluded your brain.

You rip your eyes away from her freshly manicured lavender colored nails and focus on the screen in front of you. The email reads:

“Due to the increasing number of violent deaths in Kyoto and Tokyo over the last few months, we are recommending that you take precautions in ensuring your own safety. Please be sure to implement a buddy system for the coming months so that we may keep track of everyone’s physical whereabouts. Your safety is our top priority. Stay tuned for further updates.”

“Seriously? Keep track of everyone’s physical whereabouts? More like they want to make sure we’re alive so we can work until either we die or we’re killed by Tokyo’s latest serial killer,” you mutter, exiting out of the email.

“Is there a difference? Did you like how they just said ‘violent deaths’ and didn’t address the fact that it’s all been women who have been turning up dead?”

“Isn’t it weird that this is happening in both Tokyo and Kyoto?” you murmur, “What a weird choice to make.”

“Maybe you can ask the killer in person why they chose Tokyo and Kyoto to conduct their murder sprees next time we work late,” Mei Mei jokes.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely get a posthumous Pulitzer for that.”

Your job as a journalist hasn’t been completely glamorous over the last twelve years or so. You’ve gone from assistant, to intern, to junior editor, to junior editor and columnist. Now your role is a bit of a mixed bag- you’re mostly an editor and an investigator. And you dabble in overseeing the interns, to say the least.

You didn’t have the ambition to be the best in your field, something some of your coworkers couldn’t understand. You just wanted to tell the truth because that’s what people deserve. And you’ve always had a knack for storytelling and weaving intricate words and topics together.

So here you were, starting your thirteenth year at the publishing company, itching for another series of truths to uncover.

You shut your laptop down and pack your bag as Mei Mei does the same in her cubicle. It’s a Friday evening and most of your team has taken to working from home on Fridays. You and Mei Mei happened to be here to finish up an article that’s due to Yaga on the following Tuesday. Otherwise, you’d be in your sweatpants in the comfort of your home with a warm drink in your hands.

But you’re not alone in the office. Another fellow coworker comes strutting towards you and you’re unable to suppress your groan and the roll of your eyes so far back into your head that you’re certain you see your own skull.

Geto Suguru with the audacity to lean against the wall of your cubicle with that stupid smirk and those stupid obsidian eyes.

You ignore him, and ignore the swirl of desire in the pit of your stomach. You refuse to be weak in the knees for him, not this time.

“C’mon, Mei Mei,” you say, meeting Geto’s amused eyes and not breaking eye contact, “Let’s go home.”

Mei Mei glances between the two of you, wondering why you sound so angry and why he’s just looking at you with that irritatingly mocking grin of his. The one she knows you’re weak for.

“Aw, but didn’t you see Gakuganji’s email? We need a buddy system,” he says, false honey in his voice and on his tongue.

You don’t reply, instead pushing past him and waiting for Mei Mei at the door.

“Uh,” she whispers once you’re far enough away from Geto that he won’t be able to hear, “Are you guys good?”

“Yup,” you reply crisply, popping the ‘p’, “I’ve just decided that he’s not worth my time anymore.”

“Oh, so now you listen? After like, six months?” Mei Mei chides, “I told you he was no good.”

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163 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

hi hi saran!!! how about 19 for the kisses prompt <33

ty for the prompt aman, hope u enjoy!!

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Suguru gasps as your freshly manicured nails (a pretty olive green, at his request) lightly rake over his chest. You only grin wildly at him, pushing your lips to his hastily. Despite his protests, he bends easily to your will as you lick into his mouth and suck his tongue. He groans into your mouth, the sound as beautiful as the way he looks in front of you with his hair loose.

“Why shouldn’t we be doing this?” you murmur into his ear when his lips descend to the column of your neck. He inhales deeply and nips at your skin, taking a moment to respond. He peers into the depths of your eyes- you both know the answer. But still you only offer him a starry smile.

“Satoru won’t like this,” he finally replies.

“So? If he wanted to join, he’d just have to ask,” you grin, eyes twinkling as if you have a secret he knows nothing about. And maybe you do, but instead, Suguru surges forward and swallows your teasing with his tongue. Every part of him is so warm, the ridges of his muscles flexing and melting under your touch. You feel your body come alight under his sharp gaze. Nothing gets past this man.

Not now and not even nearly twenty years ago, when you were all just teenagers.

“Satoru doesn’t like sharing,” Suguru breathes, “If we’re caught kissing, we’re most likely dead. But let's risk it anyway.” Gojo has always had only one rule when it came to your friendship- he had to be the center of it. It was an unspoken rule, but that was the dynamic of the three of you. Nothing got past Gojo and his abandonment issues, either.

You vividly remember the first and only time Satoru had seen you and Suguru kissing. He had been absolutely calm, the picture of tranquility. But you both knew the rage behind his sunglasses. How dare his best friends leave him behind? How dare they even consider it?

It wasn’t that long ago that Satoru had caught you both dry humping each other in your living room. The fact that he had a spare key was both a blessing and a curse. But what did he expect- that you and Suguru would deny your feelings for his benefit?

Yes, actually. That is what he expected. Satoru is as emotionally stunted as they come and somehow, it’s taken you this long to understand him. To understand the way the three of you existed within each other.

Suguru misses the slick stretch of your lips into a sly smile and the mischief in your eyes. You tug him towards you again, groaning into his mouth at the feel of his hardness against your thigh. He is all consuming, the way he’s settled in between the crevices of your rough, calloused skin over the years. He’s ingrained himself into your bones-

The same way Satoru has. Do they exist without you? Do you exist without them?

“What’s this about not sharing?” comes a voice that makes Suguru pull away for a second. He meets your amused eyes and follows the direction of where the offending voice came from.

Suguru only grins roguishly at his best friend, ignoring the heat in Satoru’s gaze. He leans back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. To anyone else, he’d seem apathetic. But to you and Suguru… well, you both know better.

“Suguru says you’re no good at sharing,” you goad Satoru, “Wanna prove him wrong?”

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184 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

NECTAR

pairing: bartender sukuna x chubby reader (no curses au)

summary: it takes purple, blue and pink lights and your elusive neighbor, sukuna, for you to come out of the funk you're in. or, sukuna is your not so new attractive but harsh neighbor in your apartment building. you've taken a liking to showing up to his bar. he thinks you're annoying, the way you burst into the doors of his bar as if you own the place (you don't, he does). then, he finds himself looking forward to your sudden appearances. what changed?

warnings: alcohol, cursing, naoya makes an appearance, feelings of insecurity/questioning self worth, smut (spitting, some dirty talk, penetrative sex, kissing); this is an 18+ story

word count: 7.5k

a/n: can be read as a prequel to LOVE TALK, but can also be read as a standalone. enjoy!

Ryomen Sukuna is relatively new to the apartment building. He’d been saving up to move to a newer place, a place with amenities in a city-esque kind of feel, for the last few years. In between ensuring that his younger brother Yuuji was taken care of, and tirelessly working two jobs to support the both of them… He’d finally made it.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him. Besides, he thinks he’s earned a few ounces of luxury, considering the life he’s lived.

Yuuji’s in his third year at university and currently living with his best friend, Fushiguro Megumi. It’s the first time in his entire thirty-something years of life that Sukuna has truly, fully been alone.

It’s still taking some adjusting to, but he thinks he’s enjoying it. He’s already located his favorite bakery, close to his bar. The couple who owns it has his morning order memorized, complete with hot tea or coffee and fresh bread or melonpan. He’s not usually one for sweets, but he could always go for a matcha melonpan.

It takes a few months (nearly the better part of a year) for him to truly settle in, for him to begrudgingly think of the Fushiguros as family rather than his brother’s friend’s family. He ventures into Toji’s boxing ring with beers and wings at least bi-weekly, and he seems to always have leftovers from Fushiguro-san in his fridge.

Fushiguro-san always mischievously asks if he’s dating anyone or if there are any friends she can set him up with. She seems to always know that he’s lying through his teeth whenever he rolls his eyes and gives her a blunt ‘no’.

The truth is, there is someone who’s gotten under his skin, and it’s one of his pesky neighbors. You live on his floor, just across the hallway. Despite being his neighbor, the first time he had met you was when you had stumbled into his bar with two of your friends.

You’d already been drinking with Utahime and Shoko, as evidenced by your loud giggles and slightly slurred speech. When you approach the bar with both arms tightly wrapped around your friends, Sukuna catches a glimpse of your midriff.

“Hi! Can we-” you gasp, “Hey! You just moved into my building! You’re my neighbor-”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed,” Sukuna deadpans, setting aside three glasses for you and your friends. Despite growing up in it, he hates excessive noise and each sound that comes out of your mouth just grates him further. It takes all of his thin patience to keep from snapping at you. You’re still a customer.

“Well, you don’t have to be so rude about it,” you mutter under your breath before giving him your drink order. And precisely after that, you’d flipped him off (with Shoko’s encouragement and Utahime’s disapproval).

Sukuna rolls his eyes. He has a feeling he’ll be doing that quite a bit around you.

From then on, you’d somehow wormed your way into his life. You showed up at his bar, sometimes alone and sometimes with your friends. You didn’t talk much to him, but he caught you looking in his direction more than once.

You know when you’re wanted, after all.

Sukuna only just started nodding at you in acknowledgement on the floor of your apartment or on the unfortunate instance that you were both caught on the elevator together.

You’ve both come such a far cry from then. From Sukuna’s piercing glares in your direction to him texting you when your rowdy neighbors are causing a ruckus at 2 AM on a Wednesday night. He hates unnecessary noise and you’ve quickly picked up on that. If there is anything you both share common ground over, it’s loud neighbors. In between this time, it’s become a habit that you both take your recycling out the same day and time of the week (on Thursdays) and spend the walk complaining about how loud your floor and your upstairs neighbors can be.

He shouldn’t be so surprised when he starts to reluctantly look forward to you showing up at his bar to hang out with him. Sukuna doesn’t understand why you choose to spend your free evenings at the Kings and Curses. You always stand in the same spot, your favorite spot by the corner of the bartop where you can people-watch. And it’s Sukuna’s favorite spot, too, because your chest nearly always spills out of your shirt whenever you lean over to speak to him.

You had scoffed at him when he’d asked why you spent so much time at his bar-

“What, I can’t spend time with my favorite neighbor?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were obsessed with me.”

“Yup, you caught me…” you reply with a heavy roll of your eyes.

Sukuna isn’t used to anyone waiting for his company and in truth, it was a hard adjustment for him to just take a minute and breathe. Living in the moment is a foreign concept to him- he’s used to thinking weeks, months, years into the future. But now that Yuuji is settled in college, now that Sukuna knows he’s happy, healthy and with a good head on his shoulders.

Well. Yuuji’s always been an impulsive kid, but at least Megumi’s around to balance him out. Maybe. But Sukuna’s convinced that Megumi is just as chaotic as Yuuji is. He’s just more composed about it.

People have come and gone but Sukuna has never made it a priority to sink his hands into the ground and build a foundation with healthy roots. Yuuji has always been his priority and sometimes he still struggles to let him go completely. To allow him to make his own mistakes and have his own success stories.

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282 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

LOVE TALK

pairing: bartender sukuna x reader (modern au)

summary: your love language doesn't quite align with sukuna's love language.

warnings: feelings of insecurity, smut (choking, spitting, some dirty talk, penetrative sex, kissing); this is an 18+ story

word count: 5.9k

a/n: written for mz kentobean and from the valentines day prompts i reblogged a while back. enjoy! idr who was on my tag list from before so i tagged a few people from memory

Most people, including Sukuna himself, would not expect a sensitive, genuinely nice girl to be with a gruff, rough-around-the-edges kind of guy like him. You are clear opposites in many aspects, and most times, it doesn’t get to Sukuna. He knows you’re brave, you challenge anything that isn’t right, behind your bright smile is a sleeping lion.

You challenge him everyday, forcing him to think outside of what has always been normal for him. Not to mention how sharp your tongue is.

Just because you love him doesn’t mean you’re easy on him.

Your relationship with Sukuna isn’t new, but you’re still navigating what it means for you both. Sometimes you think you understand him, you think you’ve got a handle on the inner workings of Ryomen Sukuna. And then other times, you think his stony, cold gaze might be the end of you even if it’s hardly ever directed at you. Sometimes you can’t tell what he’s thinking and you find seeds of insecurity burying itself in your heart.

You can’t help it. Sukuna comes to you late after long nights at work without saying much to you, only wanting to hold you close in bed as you watch your show together on the tiny television in your bedroom. You’d run a hand through his hair and look at him with sleepy eyes and ask about his day. Sukuna wouldn’t reply, only telling you to be quiet because he was exhausted.

But not too exhausted to kiss you and bury himself in your warmth.

He’d promised you that he would buy you a bigger tv someday, when he didn’t have to work nearly eighty hour work weeks and had more time (and money).

In your heart, you know that he believes in your relationship. Sukuna is not a man who does anything half-heartedly. You were the woman who caught his eye when you had scolded one of his bartenders in his bar for watering down your drink. He was smitten from then, whether he had known it or not. (He’d been in denial over you for a long time, trying to convince himself that you were just an annoying pest with nothing but a desire to get under his skin. What was a sweet thing like you doing at a bar called Kings and Curses anyway?)

You know Sukuna loves you- he keeps a photo of you in his wallet, everything he does is with you and your future together in mind, he always holds you close and is very protective of you wherever you are. You’ve already met his little brother Yuuji and his friends. He’s incredibly thoughtful as well, the minute you text him telling him you’re not feeling well, he brings your favorite foods and your favorite wine. He’s perceptive of you and Sukuna always has a hand on you, your arm, your lower back, your thigh. He’s always touching you and you didn’t care about being touched this much until you met him.

You didn’t realize how touch starved you were until you met him. You know he loves you but sometimes you’d like to hear it, too. You don’t want anything sappy or overdone, you just want him to be open with you.

Truthfully, you don’t mind most days that you talk but you don’t talk to him. But lately, he’s physically with you but not with you. Even if he doesn’t say it to you that often, you know he loves you.

But it feels like you’ve been trying to convince yourself of it more often than not.

*************

“Hey,” you say tentatively, “How was your day?”

“Same shit, different day,” Sukuna shrugs, “Whatever.”

“Nothing interesting happened?” you ask, rubbing his chest comfortingly. You kiss the underside of his jaw, and then his lips in greeting. He likes seeing you like this, a little sleepy and comfortable in your pajamas with a glow to your skin. But he’s starting to get irritated from all of the long hours and late nights working.

He wants to see you when it’s not just time for bed.

His brows are furrowed in annoyance and his jaw is clenched. Something has made him angry and you don’t know what.

“Nothing interesting ever happens,” Sukuna shrugs. You can feel him slipping through your fingers.

“Are you hungry?” you ask in a small voice, “I made-”

“No, I’m not fucking hungry. Just so fucking tired of this shit-”

“Of what-” you ask but he continues to cut you off.

“All of this shit. God, I just want to sleep,” he groans.

“Okay, but aren’t you hungry? It’s nearly midnight, I’m sure you haven’t eaten much,” you reply, turning on your heel to head for the fridge, “Why don’t you go shower and food’ll be ready?”

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394 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

2:07 AM

Pairing: geto suguru x reader; satosugu x reader

Summary: it's 2 AM and gojo satoru is breaking into your shared apartment with geto suguru.

Word Count: 1354

Warnings: some smut in the beginning (wet dream), oc is a little mean

a/n: hbd to geto!!

Suguru kisses you deeply, his tongue parting your malleable lips with practiced ease. He knows you’ll always let him in. You can feel him smirk against your lips as his hand cradles your jaw, thumb pressing against your cheekbone.

His other hand slides down your belly, tugging at the loose waistband of your shorts. You hum, rubbing yourself on his thigh lazily. His eyes glint, something mischievous glossy and bright in his irises.

But before you can feel his fingers slide into your wetness-

Your subconscious is cruelly pulled away from your dream as your ears sharpen with the rustling of something coming from the kitchen. Your eyes are heavy as you try to convince yourself that it’s just part of your dream, that Suguru will go back to kissing you…

But he’s fast asleep next to you, an arm wrapped loosely around your waist. His hair is splayed over his pillow in an inky halo and his nose is buried in your neck.

Well, maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You try to convince yourself of it, fantasizing about Suguru’s hands to put yourself back to sleep.

Just as you're on the precipice of tumbling into unconsciousness, you hear another series of noises. This time, it sounds like footsteps and maybe if you were a little more alert, you would be able to recognize the footfall.

Your heart rate spikes as adrenaline fills your lungs. “Suguru,” you mumble, sitting up and shaking his shoulders, “Baby-”

A sharp gasp escapes your lips when the noises become louder as fear begins to seize your heart. Your hands inadvertently begin to shake as Suguru wakes up blearily. He instantly grows more alert the moment he sees the urgency on your face.

“What's wrong, darling?”

You don’t have a chance to answer because he hears it, too. He instantly jumps into action and you follow suit, ignoring his soft instruction to stay behind.

“Someone is in our home, I am not staying behind,” you hiss stubbornly. Suguru only looks at you fondly and despite the potential that your home is being robbed, he pecks your forehead.

The scent that clings to his grey t-shirt comforts you but not more than the vice grip you have around his bicep. Your home isn’t that big, it’s a two bedroom apartment, but it seems to take a lifetime to reach the living room from your bedroom. You can vaguely make out a silhouette in the darkness when you squint without your glasses on (your eyesight is terrible).

“What is that? Is that a person?” you whisper yell, “Is that a person or did you recently purchase a tall cactus?”

Suguru snorts but you can tell that the tension has eased out of his shoulders. You hear a laugh come from the silhouette, a laugh that you would recognize anywhere.

“Satoru decided to pay us a visit,” Suguru says dryly.

“At..two in the morning?!” you nearly shriek, glaring at Satoru harshly when Suguru turns the lights on. The sudden light does absolutely nothing to soothe your adrenaline as your hands shake. Satoru has the gall to laugh at you- and truly, it’s because you look adorable. Glaring at him with squinted eyes and lines of sleep on your cheeks. You cross your arms over your chest and Satoru is shameless when he stares at your skin through the holes of your muscle tank.

Well, it’s Suguru’s muscle tank and now it’s been claimed as yours. Satoru already knows that you’re wearing shorts under the tank (from the numerous times he’s slept over when you three were still all best friends, and nobody was dating or fucking each other).

Satoru glares at Suguru and you, as if you’ve both offended him.

“Sorry ‘bout him, darling,” Suguru murmurs, kissing your hair, “I’ll make us some tea.”

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423 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

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