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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.”

HOLE IN ONE! - oldmoney!gojo x golf scholarship!reader

warnings: body shaming, mahito, a little bit of violence(let me know if you think something needs to be tagged)

a/n: most of this is gonna be based off of my knowledge playing Varsity golf when I was in highschool, so if I have any college golfers, and it’s different please let me know, or just have the slightest bit of mercy. (It’s been a while)

this first one they are in highschool still, I have quite a few ideas for the characters and world building and a nice beginning storyline so if this is something people enjoy I’ll dive deeper into it!!

MDNI!!!

golfer!reader who’s school had an agreement with their town’s country club to use it’s course for practice. Every day on the course for hours playing holes, and hitting on the driving range. Though throughout the season you became less and less passionate about the sport, only staying because your best friend wanted to be on the team but was scared to play alone, and you had been playing since primary school so you figured ‘why not?’

golfer!reader who stopped showing up to practices because you hated playing on a team with such good players, while only being considered “average.”

golfer!reader who finally started showing up to practice again after your best friend told you about the guys on the team who wouldn’t stop joking about how she looked in the golf uniforms, making a clear statement to stay away from her when not yelling ‘fore’ after hitting a golf ball at their group.

golfer!reader who meets an arrogant jerk when waiting in line for the bathroom in the clubhouse, hearing a whistle then scoffing after you locked eyes with a pale boy, with blue hair and a few long scars across his face.

golfer!reader who feels the shift in his demeanor, once he realizes you weren’t going to fall at his feet just because he had money. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable when he walks up behind you, his face twisting into a somewhat condescending expression before opening his mouth to say something, Only to be cut off by a different person walking into the clubhouse, calling for the guy, who you now know is Mahito, and telling him to hurry up because their tee time is quickly approaching.

golfer!reader who’s thinks about that moment every time you walk toward the clubhouse, worried of encountering him again, until one day you walk in and see your best friend talking to him, with stars in her eyes, and a completely lovestruck look on her face. His face sporting a shit eating grin the second he sees you, “we should play golf together sometime, you look real pretty in that skirt, and I’d love to see more of it” he whispers to her, just loud enough that you could hear while getting tokens to hit more golf balls on the range. You shot him a look, only making him look more content with his actions before you walked outside.

golfer!reader who ended up getting taken along with on the day she and mahito went golfing, finding yourself in a golf cart with a self absorbed prick, with blue eyes and white hair. Every other shot talking about how amazing he is, even though he shot double par on every. Single. Hole.

You had to watch your friend fall into the blue haired jerk’s trap the whole day because she was so excited about the attention she was getting from him. And everytime she giggled or blushed at a comment of his, he threw you a smug look, acting as if he had just just won some type of game between the two of you.

You prayed to whatever god was there to give you patience, when mahito asked for lessons for him and the snowy haired jerk for a charity event they participated in every year.

This was gonna be a long, long season.

a/n: I’m so so sorry if this is bad!! It’s been years since the last time I was writing for other people, so trying to format this in a good way has been a little hard so far! Please interact if you enjoyed so I can tell if this is something people want!! Thank you!

Did I mean for a Barbie reference in the Gojo one shot I am writing no, but it’s staying in there…

Someone just book marked my Satosugu fic and wrote Geto simp. I don’t know if they were talking about me or themselves but they ain’t wrong

Heaven is here- if you want it - Preview

Summary - Who knew that picking up that old book from the antique shop would lead to you accidentally summoning a demon? Not you.

Pairing - Demon!Ryomen Sukuna x reader

Content - Fluff, CRACK, smut, Sukuna’s wonderful personality, the curse of all archaeologists and historians to accidentally summon things they shouldn’t

The man now standing in your kitchen is tall, much taller than any regular human. He probably has about a head or two on you if you were standing on your toes. But that isn’t the only thing that is off about him. Two horns are on his head and twist back like a ram’s horns.

His red eyes look around your messy kitchen in confusion. He also looks somewhat disappointed and you can’t blame him. You were a poor college student and couldn’t afford a good apartment unless you sold your soul for it. But as he glares at it you feel a little offended. It may be a shitty kitchen, but it was your shitty kitchen.

Eventually his eyes settle on yours.

“What do you want from me?” His voice seems to boom in your kitchen like he was talking into a microphone.

“Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?” You counter his question with one of your own.

“You summoned me.” He tells you like you were stupid.

“I am pretty sure I didn’t-”

The man -demon? you can’t tell- groans and rubs his temples like you were the one inconveniencing him. After a second of you staring at him, he speaks again.

“Sweet lucifer.” He curses and joins you on the floor. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Me rn

torn between wanting geto to show me off to all his followers or being obsessive over keeping me hidden from their sight at all costs

Just me and my favourite maniac against the world

is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal

Here is the link to the original drabble post

I love saying I write for multiple characters then having one obvious favourite who gets more fics then the others

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