A COMINT !!

Sukuna is used to being pulled into the mortal realm, it was a part of the job as a demon. Most humans ask him for trivial things like wealth or immortality.

He has fun with it because he grants those wishes in the worst ways possible. A man will be wealthy but not be able to access it or if someone asks for immortality he will still let them age.

So when he was summoned he was more then ready to twist whatever wish the person had for him.

What he hadn’t expected was to be summoned to a small kitchen. A pot of something he can’t see simmers on the messy stovetop. He looks around for who summoned him here.

Sukuna’s eyes catch on a human sitting cross legged on the floor, an old tattered book in their hands. They are muttering something about thyme?

“Why have you summoned me here?” Sukuna booms and the human looks up in shock.

“Who are you? How did you get into my apartment?” You ask with confusion and rising concern.

Sukuna reiterates with a sigh, “You summoned me here, what do you want?”

Looking down at the book then back up at him then back to the book you look more and more confused.

“You were supposed to be chilli.” You say slowly to him.

If he wasn’t so miffed at being summoned for nothing he would’ve barked out a laugh. So he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“How did you fuck up a chilli recipe this bad?” He asks you.

“I have never been that good of a cook- but this is a new low for me.” You admit and Sukuna joins you on the floor.

He doesn’t miss how your eyes trace the tattoos on his exposed torso. Maybe this won’t be so pointless after all.

“Well,” Sukuna gives you a smirk, “it looks like we are stuck together until you decide on what you want from me.”

Hades! Geto who has kept to the underworld for years and never interfered with any other gods. He has never really cared for the holier then thou act that the gods on Olympus put on so he keeps to himself much to Satoru and Shoko’s displeasure.

“You really need to get out of here! It isn’t good for your health to be all cooped up down here.” Satoru remarks loudly and leans back in his chair. The God of Wine has always been very outspoken and flippant. He is most unhelpful despite being one of Suguru’s oldest friends.

“Get out.” He says firmly, not wanting to hear his friend complain about Suguru’s more introverted tendencies.

“Awww don’t be that way Suguru! I know that you are lonely without me or Shoko.” Satoru says but doesn’t stay. His retreating laughter echos in the empty palace.

Hades! Geto who decides to take his friend’s words into consideration. Looking at the human world would not hurt. They would all be in his domain at some point.

Walking through the forest it is so different from his cold domain. Spring (he thinks that is what Satoru had told him this season was called) has come to this forest. Small wildlife and flowers dot the once snow covered landscape. It is an abrupt change from his normal surroundings.

Soft humming draws him forward through the trees. It is a soft and warm sound, like sunlight filtering through the trees. The voice is more beautiful than anything he has heard before.

His feet come to a stop at the tree line. A field of wildflowers of every shape, color and variety rolls out in front of him. It is obvious that this is the work of a goddess, but which one is the question.

Suguru comes face to face with the person humming. You are sat against a large cherry blossom tree, a lap full of flowers as you fashion them in the shape of a crown. He might just trade his whole kingdom of the dead to wear something made by your hands.

With you in his sights and Eros’s arrow lodged in his back, Suguru is just a man.

I think that every version of Gojo loves it when you are mean to him.

Not anything outrageous but just you mocking him in a sickly sweat tone. It just ignites something in him to see you put him in his place.

ESPECIALLY IN BED

“I thought you could handle this.”

“Do you need me to stop?”

“Oh poor baby”

He’s a sucker for it every 👏 time 👏

Gojo, especially teen Gojo, would love Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.

It may be midnight on a school night but he is belting out those lyrics like he is on tour. His accent is bulldozing the English but he has the spirit of the song down.

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you who saw aesthetic flyers with vibes about 'finding your spiritual path' and offers of 'free tea + crystals'. you who were spiritually burnt out so you went.

you who stayed and vibed at what you thought was a 'spa'. it took a dm on a selfie you posted for you to find out you were actually in geto suguru's cult. and that the tea, and now you, were cursed.

you who geto is now stuck with, because you're too annoying to kill and too useful to release.

you who give motivational speeches to his cursed spirits and his followers and you who decorates the temple with aesthetic mood lighting and affirmation posters ("You can do it! Death to the fool, hell yeah!") you also keep inviting gojo to talk it out, but geto doesn't need to know about that

you who geto thinks are a liability at first, but then you start scaring sorcerers away with your 'feral energy' so he becomes fond of you.

you who unknowingly become his second-in-command. you dont even know his full name, you just call him 'boss babe'

geto who now kills those who think lowly of you, and who always wears the 'friendship' bracelet you made for him which says 'S-U-G-E-Y'

you who ask gojo if he wants to join the cult when he comes to rescue you.

you and geto who now mediate together every morning, you somehow covered in glitter and him somehow covered in blood. you who geto already considers his, you just dont know that yet.

a/n :- first time writing for suguru howd i do?

Alright people, which set up for the tarot card masterlists do we want?

Do we want it with art of the card itself?

Or the characters?

I have been thinking about the dress Taylor Swift wore to the 2025 Grammys so have this drabble.

Satoru likes seeing you in blue. The color is beautiful on you (so is every color but he already knows that) and every time he sees you in it his heart beats out of his chest like he is seeing you for the first time.

So when you stepped into his view in a little blue dress, his heart stops. His six eyes are all on you and the dress you are wearing. The sloping neckline, the draped fabric on the left side of the skirt. But the most striking part was the small ‘S’ charm on your right thigh.

His hands twitch with the urge to touch every inch of you. Satoru crosses the room in quick strides to you. His arms circle you around you- pulling you into his chest.

“Do you like it?” You ask with a laugh at his sudden clingyness.

“Your beautiful baby.” He smiles down at you, “but it would look better on my floor.”

You scoff good naturedly and push him away. He doesn’t budge and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck to smell your perfume.

“Marry me.” He says into your skin.

“We are already married Satoru.” You remind him.

“Marry me again.” Satoru counters you, his face out of your neck, his eyes locked on yours.

His brain melts as he sees the curve of your smile.

“As long as you don’t make it extravagant, I am not going to be put in that many layers again for a long time.” You relent and kiss him.

“We can go get divorced,” Satoru says and presses a quick peck to your lips, “then get married again.”

“Can we go on this date before we get divorced?” You ask.

“You drive a hard bargain!” He pouts.

“Yes, but you love me.” You laugh.

Satoru’s grin widens, “Yeah, I do don’t I?”

Cowboy Like Me - Preview

Summary - You and Yuki were inseparable as children, practically attached at the hip since the two of you met. But childhood can’t last forever.

When a marriage proposal is given to your Father he accepts it to help pay off his gambling debts. You are sent off to your Aunt’s house to prepare for your upcoming marriage, leaving Yuki behind. After you come back to find her gone and her family’s farm in ash.

Many years after Yuki’s disappearance an outlaw comes to town with the same golden hair and eyes you could drown in. Is she the same person?

If so, do you both still fit together the same way as you once did?

Pairing - Outlaw!Yuki x Reader

Content - Hurt/comfort, afab!reader, fluff, angst, death, 1800s time period (all the issues that come with that), prostitution, sexism, talks of underage marriage, alcoholism

The door to the house they are raiding last is wide open and she walks through like she owns the place. The family here seems to have already fled, probably because of the rumors that her gang was coming to this town next.

She looks around the house and her eyes catch on an emerald green dress. It is rumpled on the wooden floor so they must have dropped it on the way out and not deemed it important enough to come back for.

Yuki picks up the dress to look at it. She is reminded of a life that feels like a hundred years ago. She remembers meeting you for the first time, your anxious excitement as she showed you around the farm. She throws it over her shoulder and continues looking for whatever she can find.

When she gets to the bedroom door and sees a bed empty of linens. The window is open and the curtains flap in the wind. But the closet still has some clothes and she walks over in interest.

A turquoise blue dress is nestled in between pairs of pants and shirts. She grabs the new clothes and the dress. A hope small in her chest that she may see you in something similar if she sees you again.

Yuki needs to stop being so sentimental.

Gun to your head 🔫🔫🔫

Pack up your kitsune Suguru and hand it over to me RIGHT NOW!! This is NOT A DRILL, I AM STEALING YOUR KITSUNE SUGURU!!

I need him in the sense of he's my life saving medication (ironic for Saint reader, huh?)

I’M BEING ROBBED

Don’t shoot! I will hand him over! 🙌

But I have grown to like him quite a bit so can we split time fifty-fifty?

Him being your medicine is very ironic for reader being a saint lol but I think that he certainly wouldn’t mind, it is another way he can keep you with him 🤭