#stsg vampire au

[detta-pica]

It’s not like the vampire has a choice. Suguru holds it down by its blood. He reaches out without touching and tears that blood from its body, all at once. It doesn’t even have time to scream. The vampire’s body begins crumbling into crystalline dust. Suguru lets the blood slowly condense into a small sphere floating above his palm as he straightens and turns back to the fledgelings. “Hello. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting.” He pops the condensed blood into his mouth and swallows. Itadori and Kugisaki both screech, pointing fingers. She looks disgusted, while the boy’s eyes are wide in wonder. “You ate it?!” “That’s so gross! Why’d you eat it! That was a whole vampire!” “Who are you?” asks Fushiguro, right eye glinting electric blue. He’s the one to talk to, it appears.

Vampire AU, angst with a happy ending, found family, aspec vampires technically

Rating: T

Complete

~40k words

[defbotcore]

AO3 Vampire AU for SatoSugu

The Vampire Hunter society's biggest threat is love. When Getou abandoned society in disdain for their duty to protect mortals and in his vision to build a Vampire society that consists of hunters and vampires, Gojo is torn between duty and worship. Duty to his idea of Getou. Worship of Getou's being.

[kymsys]

TRICK OR TREAT b*tches 🎃🍬✨

[arctvros]

feeling thirsty?

[interludered]

Beginning of The End

Alpha!Vampire Satoru x Alpha!Vampire Suguru

t/w minor character death, gore, descriptions of violence, arranged marriage, murder

word count: 1.9k

a/n an rp reply from an arranged marriage au of stsg. please excuse any mistakes, this is sorta of a heavy read.

The scent that permeates through the air would often make someone sick to their stomach, threatening violent fits of nausea and often begging for forgiveness in the form of vomit making its way past teeth, tongue, and lips. The aroma of burning flesh and hair. The human body has an undeniable scent, one so specific that anyone could pick it from that of another mammal. 

The lack of remorse in Suguru’s face as he wraps the silver chain around his father's neck and tugs is nothing short of alarming. The way the silver burns deeply into his palms poses no deference from the act, only determination to finish the job. 

The Totalitarian Prince was despotic in nature. Raised to be apposite, eliminating those who disturbed the desire. Family was nothing when it came to power, and besides, this is what his Father would have wanted. He’s sure that his seat in Hell is warm and inviting when he sits on it.

He isn’t sure exactly where it started, the power-crazed methodology he began to pursue, perhaps it was born into the bloodline. A destiny for those before him, each one failing. Maybe it was the private tutor lessons that taught him about royalty and kingdoms, or perhaps the declarations of war that landed on his Father’s throne throughout the years, all left for an impressionable Suguru to find. Maybe it was the dueling and consistent burns left by teachers, silver scorching his skin with each slice. The threats of vampire hunters are consistent in their assassination attempts. Maybe it was the night of meaningless sex just for him to have a blade go through his stomach in the middle of the night. Maybe, the burden of the Kingdom; of untrustworthy suitors and courting; of strict rules implemented by his Father; of harsh conditioning to claiming to prepare him; of sitting on the throne next to his Father his whole life; perhaps watching his mother die, forced to live out her human life and leaving him behind. It would also be feasible to assume the bittersweet taste of freedom that power guaranteed him. 

Conceivably, he finds himself walking quietly from one side of the castle to the other. The silver chain he holds, wrapped in thick wefts of silk, lays heavily in his hand as he begins. He knows his Father is sleeping, and hears his snores that echo loudly down the hall despite the double doors that lock him away. He makes no attempt to be quiet, the squeal the doors release echoes loudly down the hall into his own corridors to haunt him. A scar is required for untouchability. He remains deadpanned as he wraps the silver around his bare hands, the immediate sear of his skin creating a scent he had grown accustomed to. He kicks the door behind him shut.

It was barely a few seconds before he eagerly wrapped the chain around his neck, crossed neatly at the nape. His foot bore its weight between the shoulder blades of the struggling form beneath him. The screams deafen the walls, only for them to come to a halt as he jerks upwards, chain slipping to knot around the pieces of the spine that protrude from the decapitated figure below him. Cerise, a viscous liquid paints his skin as arteries protest their inevitable exposure. He watches it seep and glue itself to the carpet, hardwood, and cement surrounding him. Suguru wonders how long it will take for the maids to wash out stains, or if burning them would be a better solution. 

The Getou Prince takes his foot off the back of the man, wrapping the dripping chain back inside its silken case—his own hands holding the evidence and branded wounds, laid deep into his palms where he wrapped the weapon around. 

He flexed his hands to regain mobility before pursuing the door, opening it to find a terrified maid threatening to knock on hollow doors. She freezes with her hand in mid-air, chest level with the towering vampire. Getou stares blankly at her for a moment before bringing her hand to his lips to press a kiss against her knuckles, charing her skin with blood that isn’t his. Her scent was sickly sweet, the vulnerability of an Omega human, it nulled all senses he had as he leaned into her ear to whisper an eulogy of “Thank you,” before pressing fevered kisses onto her jaw and onto her jugular and sinking large canines into it. Her screams turned into wet gargling, falling silent as he drained her of all she had to offer. Her body hit the ground with a THUMP, what little was left emanated from her throat. He steps over the body of the young girl, letting the trickle of blood run along his sharp jaw to slip down his own throat. A mocking form of sinister ministry. His own ichor leaks where her nails broke the skin, but they heal within minutes. 

By the time he made it to his own courter, locking himself behind heavy wooden doors, weeping and screams became his lullaby as he drifted to sleep.

✧

Suguru Getou held the record for most kills within the Kingdom during his first 3 days of ruling. He also held the title of “Most Wanted” by more than one clan of vampire killers. In his opinion, he should get a trophy. It was an honor to hold the title, often viewing them as pesky gnats he shooed away with his hand. Though in his first few days of ruling, he found letters his Father kept from him, between him and a neighboring rule. Gojo read proudly at the top of the page, larger than any of the other words. His eyes widen as he looks over the page. From what he remembered, their families were rivals at best. So imagine his surprise when he receives an invitation, as well as a marriage proposal. The Gojo clan was one—if not the strongest around, their territory abundant. Getou decided he had a few weeks of homework which he promptly started on.

Within the next few weeks, he informed the King of the Gojo Clan that his father had tragically been assassinated by one of the vampire killer groups. He also informed them the rising number of deaths in his Kingdom were groups associated with the killers and he was doing so to seek revenge in the name of the late King. He expressed his own mourning and great appreciation that he sees Suguru as a fit for his son. Quickly dismissing that Alpha, although looked down upon, can be mated together and he could ensure that his son was in great hands and the opportunity was something he was forever in debt to. It also helped that Suguru was willing to end the line of Getou’s in order to take the Gojo name. For now, at least. 

Which brings him to now, carefully seated in a dark oak chair, opposing the Gojo King, swooning him easily with words he spoke so delicately into the air. His rich indigo hair was tied half-up with pieces falling to frame his face. The blood-red of his clothes complimented his fair complexion and radiated amber eyes. He had been there for around an hour before hushed whispers of the prince began to circulate. Until then, he continued his chatter. 

“Why, my Lord, you have such a beautiful Kingdom. I hope in my own ruling I become as benevolent as you. Though, you as my guide I am sure to get there in no time.”

“Yes, your Majesty, I had an exquisite ride over. They truly are well-behaved, your imprint must’ve left them in good condition. You must pick your men with such a well-crafted hand.”

“Indeed, Sire, my father's death was tragic. The silver that wretched Killer used burned deep into my palms, cauterized them, and left me with scars. I am sure they will go away with time. Unfortunately, I was just too late. My own servants and maids were terrified. I simply cannot blame them.”

His last reply was accompanied by a furrowed brow and a shake of his head, faux concern etched into his features as he sighed, finally looking back up. As he does, his eyes catch on the bright-haired male who enters the room, his own gaze fixed upon him with deadly aim. Even as the King continues his jabber, Suguru can’t help the small smirk that appears on his face. He is hiding it with the glass he brings to his lips. When the King does recognize that his son appeared, he boasts proudly. The act of defiance he has to his father ignites something within Suguru. 

‘Oh,’ he thinks, setting his glass back on the table, relaxing further into his seat and crossing his legs. ‘This one has some bite.’

When Satoru first approaches him, Suguru makes no effort to indulge him. His descent was aggressive in nature, but Suguru has always enjoyed the rush of a challenge. After Satoru’s first words to him, he continues to ignore the presence he attempts to hold. Getou found it tedious and childish if anything, and the last thing he wanted was to make a scene in front of the one that actually mattered in this deal. 

After a few beats of silence, and twirling his ankle from the leg that rests on the other, he finally looks at him. Though far away, his looks were enthralling, he can’t deny that Satoru is considerably more handsome as he stalks closer. He holds some type of gravity that captivates even the strongest of minds with crystal-clear oceanic eyes and a piercing gaze. His own warmth is a direct contrast to the Alpha that looms over him. Satoru is alluring in the sense of beauty and mystery, a perfectly kept secret that not even the best could be tortured out of telling. 

The only problem is his mouth.

“Well, I would agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.” His voice is deepened slightly at the presence of the other Alpha, to be expected. Though his words come out lazily, if not amused by the other’s actions. If anything, Suguru sinks further into the chair, filling it out in his own defiance. “There are 24 other chairs at this table, surely you would be able to sit in one of those just as properly as this one. If you want to sit positioned at the head of the table…well, that can be arranged with a proper show of manners.” 

His own words are picked out with his own careful deciphering, followed by the raise of an eyebrow. To rub salt in the wound he hopes to filet Satoru with, Suguru adds: “Besides, I’m rather comfortable.” He displays with a spread of his legs, and a release of his scent. 

An initial smokey caramel fragrance makes its way through the air, seeping out of his skin. Part of it was to mark the chair, but the biggest part was to gauge Satoru’s reaction. Although humanoid in form, alpha’s animalistic nature could not be denied. It was buried underneath layers of concrete for some, only to rip apart and explode suppressed anger, and for others, they had learned to embrace it, understand it, and value both its pros and cons. As his scent fades, it leaves behind the smell of burning wood and something faintly herbal. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see a few Omega’s wipe their heads around to look at the source.

[lmskitty]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Victorian Summary:

Suguru Geto has been sent to England, caught in the life of a sorcerer, repeating the same tasks day in day out. Just when he feels most lost he meets Satoru Gojo, not a curse but something much more powerful and terrifying.

For the first time in his life Suguru faces a choice. Will he give into the hold this creature has on him or remain true to the ideal special grade sorcerer the Jujutsu higher ups need?

A satosugu Victorian vampire AU for my @ellionwrites!! 

Also as always major love to @uotuok for drawing some moments from a draft I did if this and instantly inspiring me to keep writing! 

[somepsychopomp]

Vampire Gojo/Getou/Nanami AU!

I got a commission to write a saucy AU featuring Vampire!stsg & Vampire Hunter!Nanami. This was a ton of fun to write and a much needed breather between the bigger fics I'm actively writing right now. Thank you for the commission, anon! ♥️

Word Count: 2,300

TW: blood

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Nanami couldn’t say he ever envisioned himself hunting vampires for a living, especially after trying to give it up, but he kept trying to tell himself it was somehow superior to wasting his life at an office job. 

Yes, sleeping at odd hours of the day and working from sunset to sunrise most nights, embodying a cruel parody of his prey’s nocturnal lifestyle, was better than toiling away at a perpetual stream of emails and phone calls. Yes, nearly having his throat ripped out on a near-daily basis was preferable to having an overbearing boss that loved to ask Nanami to work overtime while he himself left early every Friday. No, he did not regret his change in careers, even if the pay was laughably low considering he could die on the job at any time. 

Until now. 

The higher-ups sent him to clean out a vampire nest that had established itself in an abandoned warehouse outside of Tokyo. It was the perfect location, isolated but still bearing easy access to human populations. The vampires he found were rather weak, bearing deadly fangs and preternatural strength but no additional abilities. They were more like mindless animals than the people they once were, but he’d learned not to pity the things he was sent to exterminate. Nanami made quick work of the nest once he arrived, killing the few dozen vampires in just one night. It would’ve gone by quicker, but the old warehouse was full of discarded industrial machinery, making up a labyrinth of steel.

By the end of the job, he’d run through nearly his entire supply of wooden stakes, blunting all but one in his messy, bloody endeavors. The scent of rot and gore hung in the air, though to be fair, it did already smell like that when he arrived. Nanami twirled his last stake in his hand as he did a final sweep of the warehouse. The holes in the ceiling let in the very faintest trace of gray light, hinting that dawn was soon to come. But until then, it was still too dark to see. Nanami had to navigate by his narrow flashlight beam and his own eyes, long accustomed to scanning for movement in the shadows. 

He was on the far side of the warehouse, as far from the only known exit as he could be, when he shivered. His only warning was the way the hair on the back of his neck rose as if lightning was about to strike. 

Then it was as if something did hit him, his flashlight shattering in his hand and plunging him into darkness. Nanami raised his stake without hesitation, keeping his other arm up to guard his throat. 

“Who’s there?” he called, hoping to lure the straggler to him. How annoying, that the surviving vampire had some kind of additional power. Nanami waited, but nothing burst from the shadows. However, he could tell he was being watched. He shouted, “Come out! I know you’re there!”

He expected a shriek or a low hiss. Not a coherent human voice. 

“Hey, Nanami.”

His stomach coiled into a tight knot. That playful tone… he’d heard it only once before, back when he was a young student and a novice hunter. But he could never forget it; that voice belonged to one of the two beings in their profession that spelled certain death. 

A light turned on in front of him, almost making him step back. No, it wasn’t a light. It was the glowing blue eyes of the strongest vampire lord in the entire world, Gojou Satoru. 

He appeared in front of Nanami out of thin air, just out of reach and hovering a few inches over the ground as if to add to his already staggering height. Gojou was canted forward, hands behind his back in a strangely childish pose. 

The only reason he’d ever let a hunter live was to play with and kill them another day. Nanami thought about the tedious office job and long life he willingly gave up just to wind up here, about to be bled dry like an animal for slaughter. 

Those blinding, sapphire eyes looked past Nanami’s stake and bore right into him, as easily as a fang would sever an artery. 

He refused to give up his steady composure even in the face of the greatest vampire. 

Gojou smiled, flashing his sharpened canines. “Aw, do you really think you’re going to hurt us?”

Nanami’s blood ran cold. “Us?”

To his credit, he didn’t flinch or cry out in alarm as two arms wrapped around his waist and a broad chest pressed against his back. A purring voice in his ear asked, “Oh, mister vampire hunter, please show us mercy.”

Getou Suguru, the second strongest vampire. And Gojou’s beloved. 

It was a trap, Nanami realized too late. The vampires he slayed before were just underlings, meant to die and deplete his supplies until he was all but defenseless. But why plan anything at all?

Alone or together, Gojou and Getou would be strong enough to kill him without lifting a finger. Getou was said to have an army of demons at his disposal, in addition to whatever poor humans he turned into thralls. And Gojou… he could kill with the barest effort.

“You should know…” Nanami said, keeping his voice even as much as possible, “...my guild’s higher-ups refuse to divulge their most valuable knowledge to those below them; I don’t know anything about their future plans. And another hunter will eventually rise up to take my place. You will gain no advantage in my death tonight.”

“Death?” Gojou asked, tilting his head to the side. He suddenly appeared right in front of Nanami, taking hold of his stake and crushing it to splinters, “Who ever said anything about death?”

Then they wanted to turn him. What a useless idea, they should know that most vampire hunters regularly consumed a potion that would conflict with the influence of vampirism and cause one’s demise rather than transformation. It was a rather unpleasant drink, one of its main ingredients being a copious quantity of onions, but Nanami believed death was preferable to eternal servitude. 

The voice behind him asked, “You think we’d bother to establish a nest here, and watch you slaughter our kin, only to kill you now?”

So they were watching. 

Nanami finally did flinch as he felt lips ghosting over the side of his neck. He tried to free himself, but the arms around his waist held fast. And one of his hands was now trapped in Gojou’s clutches. 

“Silly Na-na-mi,” Gojou said, drawing out his name. The corners of his eyes creased as his smile widened, “What do you think we want to do to you, hm?”

“With you, would be more accurate.” Getou said. 

Too close, Nanami thought. They were both far too close. Not just because they were his greatest enemies -arguably humanity’s greatest enemies- but because their hands on his body felt hauntingly intimate. 

He’d had an occasional fling, most of them when he was younger, but Nanami hadn’t been intimate with another person in years. He never wanted to endanger potential partners, but also never felt the urge or any kind of spark. Nothing like the burning handprints he felt on his waist and now his chest. Gojou pressed his palm flat against Nanami’s chest and hummed in curiosity 

“I can feel how fast your heart is beating, are you that excited to see us?”

Getou added, “We’ve seen how hard you work. We see the way you care for your juniors. But when was the last time anyone has ever taken care of you, Nanami?”

A creeping fog was starting to enter his mind, making it hard to think. It was vampiric compulsion, that much he knew. But he surprised even himself when he said, “I dislike off-topic questions.”

For a stifling moment, no one spoke. 

Then Gojou threw his head back and laughed. Nanami felt the chest pressed against his back tremble with the effort to not join in. 

“Satoru,” Getou said, almost admonishing but with a grinning lilt to his voice. 

“Nanami!” Gojou said, his voice teetering toward a childish whine, “Does everything have to be work-related with you? What do you like to do for fun, huh?”

“I drink,” he said. Startled, he clapped his free hand over his mouth.

Gojou Satoru’s compulsion was that strong, even with all his training?

Nanami supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. 

Getou’s soft, mellow, sugary voice filled his head, “Is that so? We love to drink, too. Maybe you’d like to join us? You must be thirsty after such hard work.”

Against Nanami’s will, his shoulders started to relax as his hand fell away from his mouth. This was part of what made the two lords so dangerous; their hypnotic sway was beyond that of any other vampire. Gojou had his eyes that pulled the truth out of his victims and Getou’s gentle voice could sway anyone to do his bidding. 

Being in both their presence for this long… Nanami had no idea what he might say or do. If he still had his stake, he would’ve contemplated using it on himself to escape whatever dreadful fate awaited him. 

Gojou laughed softly, lowering himself until his feet touched the ground. Even then, he was still so tall that Nanami had to crane his head back to keep track of those long, sharp fangs. His head fell back against a shoulder, as if Getou was just waiting for it. 

Gojou smirked and said, “Don’t be so worried, Nanami. Here, why don’t we just show you what we're planning.”

Nanami braced himself, fully prepared to lose his jugular and return from whence he came. But Gojou reached over his shoulder, pulling Getou closer. Though Getou kept one hand on Nanami’s waist and Gojou did the same, it might’ve been possible for him to break free and run. However far he got, he could at least die knowing he tried.

But how could he leave? How could he ever look away when Gojou cradled Getou’s pale face with more tenderness than had ever graced Nanami in his life? 

He watched, starstruck, as the two vampire lords shared a kiss. Getou tilted his head back, those violet eyes fluttering shut. That intense blue light dimmed as even Gojou’s own eyes fluttered and closed into half-moons. Vampires did not need to breathe, but one of them let out the softest moan. 

Nanami saw a flash of white and watched as Gojou’s fang sliced Getou’s lower lip open. A thick trail of blackened blood snaked its way down his chin. Vampires, being undead things, needed the blood and lifeforce of others to sustain themselves. Nanami always thought of it as a sad existence. But here and now, he couldn’t deny how enticing it all looked. 

Another flash of white. Getou bit Gojou’s lip hard enough to draw blood. 

It was the sway of their compulsion that compelled him to stay and watch, surely. And not the sound of Getou moaning as Gojou lapped up his blood and made a mess between their lips. 

Nanami shuddered. He felt his whole body start to heat up despite the chill in the air. He suddenly wished he was free of his jacket and tie. 

The two vampires parted. The sight of a thin trail of viscous blood connecting their lips made Nanami swallow. His throat was suddenly very dry. He was so parched, so thirsty. 

A hand took his chin and forced him to look Getou Suguru in the eye. Those half-lidded violet irises and plump, parted lips took whatever embers of resistance he still held and blew them away. 

“Come here, hunter.”

Nanami felt his whole body flood with an aching, hungry heat, his head going fuzzy as the vampire lord kissed him. He felt the glide of those fangs but no bite. He parted his lips as a faint gasp escaped him, Getou taking that as an invitation to slip his tongue past Nanami’s teeth and force him to taste vampire blood for the first time in his life. 

It was cloying and heavy on his tongue. And so very sweet. 

It felt like pure bliss. Nanami swayed where he stood, supported by both of the arms cradling him close. Seemingly from far away, he heard Gojou chuckle and say, “My turn.”

And he was met with another set of lips, and another taste of vampire blood. Despite how much it felt like he was burning up, Nanami also felt as though he were sinking into some dark lake. His thoughts and concerns drained out of him as he was unable to imagine the sight of the sky nor the bottom of the depths. He simply was, floating yet still somehow standing. Blissed out yet still hoping for more. 

He reached out to steady himself and unknowingly leaned against Gojou’s side. 

Getou spoke, voice low and sweet, “Poor thing, must be awfully tired to fall so fast. Why don’t you take the rest of the night off and come home with us, Nanami?”

“Yes, come home with us. We’ll let you stay for as long as you like. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Nanami opened his eyes. When did they close? Did it even concern him anymore that he’d let his guard down so easily?

No, not really. At that moment, he couldn’t imagine a life without this taste on his tongue, this heat curling low in his belly. He never wanted this moment to end. 

Only one word escaped his lips.

“Please.”

[nimuraithegreatsamurai]

五夏 — Sins of Ivory.

🥀 Vampire au, satosugu fic

Chapter one, 2.6k words, weekly.

— In a world twisted by greed,

white is the greatest sin.

Im so excited to share my first stsg fic online;; I hope you like it !!

[michiekinning]

been seeing a lot of vampire au stsg fanart lately and i’ve been eating it up … so good… i’m a big fan

[detta-pica]

“Sorry about this, Cannibal-san,” Gojo says. He’s sitting opposite Suguru in the booth, wearing his blindfold and a grin. “I thought our first priority should be the children. They lived thanks to you! Yay!” “Geto is fine. And there’s no need to apologise. I’m happy to bask in the moment. It’s not every day the world’s most feared vampire invites me on a date.” Suguru’s serene smile is foolproof and he knows it. Gojo will definitely break first.

Suguru’s one good deed for the week - saving some fledgelings - turns into gay chicken with the infamous Gojo clan head. And then things get serious. (No, really.)

[detta-pica]

Snippet from the upcoming sequel to my stsg vampire AU.

Shoko is the one who gathers her courage and confronts him about the situation. “You realise this is really fucked up, right?” she asks, gesturing with her vape. “He’s not even sorry about all the deaths in Shibuya, is he? Just think: he’s been lying all this time, to someone who could read his mind. How do you even consider trusting the guy?” Satoru hops up to sit cross-legged on one of the examination tables. “I didn’t really consider it, it just happened. And guess what! I was one hundred percent correct to do so.” “Um, no, that’s not true. Shibuya was a disaster.” “Maybe it would have been worse without Suguru there, right? And he actually is sorry for… a couple of the deaths.” “Forgive me for finding that hard to believe.” “It’s the fledgelings, Kokichi and Junpei. Suguru is actually really sweet with the younger fledgelings.” Shoko is steadily filling the room with vapour. “So what you’re saying is that your boyfriend is nice to you, and to a select group of teengers. But otherwise, he’s still complicit in mass murder.” Satoru thinks back to the ruins of that mountain village slash blood farm. “No, I’m pretty sure he committed some mass murder all on his own.”

(By "upcoming" I mean that I'm waiting for the manga to wrap up before I write it. But it'll happen for sure!)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

(curtains unveil to find me laying face down on the ground) im normal abt this.

mickey!! i need u to know that literally every single time u elaborate on this au i fall deeper into the pit PSJDJFJ IM …… im jus. obsessed w them. also i am extremely sleepy so this might be a lil incoherent but i wanted to answer this so bad hhh ive been busy but mickey>>>uni fr

ANYWAY ANYWAY

THEIR ROOM. YES . literally exactly how i pictured it hehe the atmosphere is sooo vivid!!! AND ;;;;;;;; im drooling. sorry. im drooling though. SATOSUGU BEING ALL COVERED IN MARKS PJSKSJDK (explodes). yea. and reader being a tease not letting the boys mark them up too much ….. its sooo obvious that they have the control here and its so?!??? my brain is being fried . deep boiled . im in love w vamp!reader. THE LIPSTICK STAINS TOO my greatest weakness……

AND AND AND SUGU!!!!! mickey!sugu how i love u so…… u should feel SO confident abt writing him bc everytime u say anything at all abt his character im just like Yep Yeah Thats Him. a kitty who found his perfect home 😭😭 IM CRYING HES SO…. and him reading on the couch!!! my (other) greatest weakness…. reader playing w his hair I NEED IT SO BAD MICKEY i need to be inbetween them.

AND THEN THE ACTS OF SERVICE TOOOOO hes so caring so doting so devoted :((( aaaa i can rlly imagine him being soso attentive to reader’s tastes like i imagine that theyre a little picky? snobby maybe?? so sugu just makes The perfect cup of coffee tailored to their likes and dislikes and something abt that just makes me want to eat him alive

TYSM FOR ELABORATING ON READER/SUGU their dynamic is so interesting!!!!! . im so relieved that they genuinely do love him and see him as a partner i dunno if my fragile psyche could handle the angst…. BUT reader gosh. i think their character is so interesting …. like just leaving a bunch of new vampires to die i LOVE my characters morally dubious <333 and seeing humans as below them BUT also caring for the maids and butlers??? THATS SO SWEET 🥺🥺

aaaa but sugu’s reaction ….. him being nervous hhhh :(((( he doesnt know what a fucking steal he is im so heartbroken. IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE JEALOUSY IDEA like ….. obv my stsg mindset is like ”sugu is infatuated w gojo and wants to put him in a blender so he can drink him” but i feel like there’d be some tension there …. he rlly is like a loyal housecat that gets hissy bc his owner brought in a new kitty . smh smh.

ALSO UR TAGSSSSSS GOJO W GLASSES GOJO W GLASSES mickey im spinning u around can u feel it. hes perfect. hes so cute. i want to chew at his bones. READER RCALLING HIM GOOD BOY ;;;;;;;; THEY WOULD THEY REALLY WOULD ohhhhh he’d literally be so giddy……. kicking his feet and giggling . (i wonder if sugu would get jealous at this too LMAOO like hes good at hiding it but his eye just . Twitches. bc hes no longer the only good boy in the house . silly man <3)

N THEN FINALLY!! the songs!!!! i KNEW i forgot to do smth when i rbd this last time hhh. BUT ANYWAY i gave them all a good listen and!!!

closer - nine inch nails

u already know i approve of this one but ill say it again ITS SO GOOD IT FITS THE VIBE SO WELL im insane abt it . this song just scratches my brain its soooo <33 my whole existence is flawed // you get me closer to god <- THIS MAKES ME THINK OF SUGU AND READER im soooo obsessed w them mickey. you can have my absence of faith // you can have my everything THIS TOO AUGHHHHH IM . 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

im sorry but im literally physically incapable of thinking abt sugu w/o being like yeahhh his devotion borders on worship <33 he sees his love as a kind of Faith <3333 hes so abnormal but also so sweet i just think he’d jump into traffic if reader asked bc his existence is just so wired to tend to their every request

i drink the honey // inside your hive // you are the reason // i stay alive <- THIS ONE TOO im genuinely soooo enamored w them they mean the world to me theyre the only couple ever

glory box - portishead

THIS ONNEEEEEEEE MICKEY 😥😥😥😥😥 ohhhhhh the instrumental the vibes this one is SO vamp!reader its crazy like the elegant rich mysterious vibe …. that murky kind of nostalgia ohhh i am a weak weak individual. i feel like theyd have this playing from a fancy recorder or something its such a powerful song but also so classy yk

keep your eyes peeled - ultra sunn

THIS IS ANOTHER ONE THAT JUST SCRATCHES MY BRAIN… the repetition is so haunting this one is just sooo …. i cant explain it but i can see the vamp!reader and vamp!sugu edits in my head LMAO

tear you apart - she wants revenge

OHHH THIS SONG IS SO GOOD … huge journalist!gojo x vamp!reader vibes….. what she walked in, he froze up, believe it’s the fright // it’s cute in a way, till you cannot speak…. it’s only just a crush, it'll go away // or maybe this is danger and he just don't know… like the danger mixed w the adoration and then the obsession hhhh …. also just the violence bleeding together w the tenderness LIKE

i want to hold you close // soft breasts, beating heart // as i whisper in your ear // i want to fucking tear you apart

yeahhhhhhhhhhh ……

le monde - richard carter

I STARTED SHAKING I FELL TO MY KNESS yeah. yeah. this is the one. the vibes of this one will always gut me it feels like a really dangerous erotically charged waltz it was made for this au i think . i can SO see reader waltzing w their boys btw sugu is so effortlessly good at it but gojo trips over his fucking feet PHSJDBDV (reader thinks its cute though <333)

and then maybe gojo asks sugu to practice w him bc he doesnt wanna embarrass himself yknow ………… sugu’s hand on his waist guiding him, keeping eye contact and the close proximity is making him feel more nervous then he thought it wou (brain shuts off) I LOVE THEM SM MICKEY would love to hear more abt their dynamic in this :3

MICKEY this came to me in a vision and i need to hear ur thoughts but…. for the vamp!geto x human!gojo x vamp!reader au………. 👉👈 mary by alex g. what r we thinking ;;;;; IM JUST. 

mary is the girl that i wanna kiss // she’s got big red eyes and big red lips // she’s got big sharp teeth and big fat hips …….. give it to me, baby, i feel good // i wanna feel whatever you think i should ………. AM I GETTING THE VIBES RIGHT ARE THEY THERE…… mary is the girl that leaves you to rot …………. they have consumed me genuinely

HIIIIIIIIIIII ARIII!!!! omg i love that song................ (alex g oughta start paying for my therapy smh) at first i had more darker songs in mind cue closer by nine inch nails and glory box by portishead and keep your eyes peeled by ultra sunn BUTTTTT when i this i immediately thought about their 'morning after' - i can totally see it playing in the background when gojo AND geto are lazing on the massive bed and the reader is getting ready and both of the boys are just staring at them with hearts in their eyes just absolutely awestruck

i think in geto's and reader's relationship the reader takes more of a lead yk they bit sugu anyway too. geto acts tough AND HE DEFINITELY CAN BE TOUGH but when it comes to the reader he can't help but be soft, let them do whatever. "she's the only girl i wanna love" i'm also thinking that reader helped geto out of a bad place with the bite too

with gojo it's definitely the "give it to me, baby, i feel good // i wanna feel whatever you think i should" he's sooooooooooo bewitched for him at first it's so much about the curiosity and the pleasure and the fun of it and he's ready to do whatever the readers wants

"mary is the girl that leaves you to rot" maybe the reader is a bit of a collector? both of the boys wanna impress them so much bc they're a little afraid that they'll leave them behind and find new toys to play with?

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Mei Mei, Juju Corp’s CFO, strolls in, followed closely by her ever-present personal assistant, Ui Ui, who is an actual child and therefore definitely an illegal hire. Probably he’s not an official employee at all. When Satoru first saw him and Mei interact, he decided it would be healthiest to mind his own business, though he did leave an anonymous tip with social services. Nanami, the COO, is right behind her, steps brisk, annoyance carved deeply into the lines of his face. Immediately, Satoru knows that Nanami knows that something is not right. It’s in the way Nanami pauses in the door, takes in Satoru’s closed laptop and noodle-like sprawl on the couch, and loosens his tie with the gravitas of someone preparing for their own execution. Satoru decides not to prolong his suffering. “I quit.” “Absolutely not,” Nanami says immediately. “You can’t stop me.” “We can sue you,” Mei informs him pleasantly, “if you mean what I think you mean, which is that you want to leave right now and never come back to this office.” Satoru grins. “That’s exactly right. I could file an anonymous report on my own negligence and get myself fired, if that’s what you prefer.” Nanami pulls out his phone and dials. “We need time to find a suitable replacement, you selfish--ah, Ieiri-san. I need you to talk Gojo down from quitting his job on the spot.” Satoru takes the phone when it’s thrust at him. “Shoko! I’m quitting!” “Congrats! And hey, I actually meant to call you anyway. Your great-uncle, the one who ran away from home and settled on a farm here, died last night. Do you know if anyone will be sad or can I handle it through the Gojo legal team?” “Huh. No, no one will be… Wait, there’s a farm?” Shoko exhales in that tell-tale way that means she’s smoking, even though she swore up and down that she’d quit the last time they talked. “It’s in terrible condition. Finding a buyer will take forever, I bet.” “I want it.” “You what?” “Shoko, I’m gonna live on that farm.” He can see it in his mind’s eye. A quaint little house with a porch swing, rustic decor, and a little fireplace to make it extra cosy in winter. There’s probably a barn. Maybe a chicken coop? He could get a cat, the kind that will roam on its own and leave dead rodents on his doormat. “Gojo, wait.” Shoko sounds distressed. “You know that--” He ends the call and beams at Mei and Nanami. “I just got great news. My great-uncle is dead!”

Listen. I've wanted to write a stsg Stardew Valley AU since before the March patch, but I got distracted with other things. I'm still distracted. This thing is nowhere near done, and it's not coming soon, but I didn't have anything better for WIP Wednesday.

(Current fic timeline is something like:

witch AU, with 5 stories to go in the series

a dark fairytale thing for Halloween

vampire AU sequel

Stardew Valley AU

fantasy AU no. 1

fantasy AU no. 2

The order could change. We'll see.)

[detta-pica]

It's Halloween, so... 🧛🧛

It’s not like the vampire has a choice. Suguru holds it down by its blood. He reaches out without touching and tears that blood from its body, all at once. It doesn’t even have time to scream. The vampire’s body begins crumbling into crystalline dust. Suguru lets the blood slowly condense into a small sphere floating above his palm as he straightens and turns back to the fledgelings. “Hello. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting.” He pops the condensed blood into his mouth and swallows. Itadori and Kugisaki both screech, pointing fingers. She looks disgusted, while the boy’s eyes are wide in wonder. “You ate it?!” “That’s so gross! Why’d you eat it! That was a whole vampire!” “Who are you?” asks Fushiguro, right eye glinting electric blue. He’s the one to talk to, it appears.

Vampire AU, angst with a happy ending, found family, aspec vampires technically

Rating: T

Complete

~40k words

[detta-pica]

Now completed!

“Sorry about this, Cannibal-san,” Gojo says. He’s sitting opposite Suguru in the booth, wearing his blindfold and a grin. “I thought our first priority should be the children. They lived thanks to you! Yay!” “Geto is fine. And there’s no need to apologise. I’m happy to bask in the moment. It’s not every day the world’s most feared vampire invites me on a date.” Suguru’s serene smile is foolproof and he knows it. Gojo will definitely break first.

Suguru’s one good deed for the week - saving some fledgelings - turns into gay chicken with the infamous Gojo clan head. And then things get serious. (No, really.)