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cult leader! suguru x reader who makes you nap on his bare chest during his meetings with whoever. he wraps his robe around you like a blanket and strokes your hair and rubs your back when you start fussing in your sleep. your precious sleeping form keeps him from crashing out on the nasties he has to talk to. don’t worry about embarrassment if someone does so much as looks at you funny they’ll be gone before they even know it, it took maybe two people before everyone was terrified to do so much as look at you. and when you wake up he’s hand feeding you fresh fruits and ignoring/kicking everyone out LMAO

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.”

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.”

Everyone wanted to be thicc but nobody wanted to be fat. Everyone wanted the dad bod but nobody wanted to be fat. Everyone wants fat mommy milkers but nobody wants mommy to be fat. Everyone wants to be a bear but not like, an actual fat bear. You get what i’m saying

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

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

Labyrinth - Preview

Summary - As the God of Wine, Satoru Gojo has always had a passion for the grand parties he attends. He has a wonderful lifestyle consisting of getting horribly drunk at parties. But lately it has seem to dull.

When he finds a beautiful woman crying on the beaches of Naxos he decides to help her in an effort to save him from boredom. And soon a simple curiosity turns into something deeper.

Pairing - Dionysus!Satoru Gojo x Ariadne!Reader

Content - Fluff, angst, smut, Gojo being Gojo, drinking, mentions of murder

The pale beaches of Naxos are a contrast to the torn purple dress of the woman sitting in the sand. Her eyes are on the spot where the horizon kisses the sky. She looks out at the water longingly, like it was a lost loved one.

Satoru approaches carefully hoping to get a better look at this interesting mortal. He doesn’t usually interfere with the boring affairs of mortals like the others but he is rather bored so why not.

She looks back at him as he approaches, her eyes are rimmed with red and the sun shaped blush on her cheeks is smudged from crying.

“What is a beautiful woman like you crying on the beach?” He asks with a curious smile.

The woman looks down then back out at the sea, “My intended left me here.”

He hums in understanding and sits down next to her on the sand. Her reaction is very different from the fights he has seen over lovers in the heavens. Maybe the Gods are a petty bunch but she seems not the least bit angry.

How interesting.

xie lian being weird, unhinged and slightly completely insane is MY favorite dianxia flavor. it's personal to me u all wouldn't get it

Pomegranate Seeds

I felt his arms around me then, we didn’t need a wedding bed. - Chant ||, Hadestown (2017)

Summary - You wake up in the underworld after being carried off. Despite the rocky start to your stay, you begin to know more about the man whose domain you are staying in.

He is different and more interesting than the other gods on Olympus. As you begin to settle into his domain Suguru comes to a glaring realisation, he can’t let you go now. But the Goddess of Spring can’t stay in the underworld forever.

Pairing - Hades!Suguru Geto x Persephone!reader

Content - Fluff, SMUT, piv sex, light angst, obsessive behavior, PINING, idiots in love, talks of death and murder, possessive behaviour, you both have it bad

Word count - 6.4k

A/N - You match each other’s freak.

The cold throne room offers Suguru no comfort as he paces the length of it. A few souls pass by with concerned expressions but he pays them no mind. They whisper amongst themselves then move on.

He mentally scolds himself for not having the restraint to leave you alone. He is better than to give into this desire for you that threatens to drown him. Suguru’s fingers still tingle from where they touched you.

You were so peaceful in his arms and he would do everything in his power to protect your peace. He didn’t know how much more his love would grow when he held you to his chest for the first time.

Suguru needs to find an excuse for this, basically kidnapping a Goddess would not go over well unless he has a good reason. Surely you would understand if he said that he found you asleep and wanted to help you? He doesn’t want to schwander your trust before he even has it.

A pair of hurried footsteps break his thoughts.

He looks up to see Yuta practically running into the throne room. The boy has a smile on his face and he looks like he ran all the way here from the room Suguru put you in.

“She’s awake!” Yuta says and stops next to him to catch his breath.

“Thank you for watching over her.” Suguru says and walks out of the room.

Yuta probably has better things to do as the god of sleep then watch over you. But he owes Suguru a favor so Yuta had to oblige him this once.

Suguru walks down the dark halls of the palace, the only light are the lit candles lining the sides of the hall. He should probably have more candles installed for you, he doesn’t know if you will adjust well to being without the sun.

The door is slightly ajar when he gets to your room. He tries to be quiet so as to not startle you anymore then you probably are. The long curtains veil you from him and his breath hitches as he goes to move the curtain.

Suguru prepares for you to yell at him, scream, or even hit him. He had already gone over every single scenario in his head while you slept. So he shifts the curtain to the side.

You are sitting near the headboard, your legs partly pulled under you. A pillow is clutched in both your hands like you are ready to beat him with it. Your eyes search his face suspiciously for something he can’t tell.

All Suguru can think of is how beautiful you look. Even with your nose scrunched and eyes narrowed you are breathtaking. His heart lurches as he thinks of your pretty face nestled in pillows that look so similar to those on his bed.

Suguru’s mind wanders to places it shouldn’t be.

He imagines you in his bed, under him.

Oh how he would make you sing for him. Your soft lips parted as soft moans spill from them. His hands would hold you gently as he unraveled you.

Your eyes widen and it snaps him out of his lust. He fears that he may have wondered aloud but you lower the pillow in your hand.

“You!” You exclaim with surprise.

He almost snorts at you exclamation.

“I’m sorry for startling you Lady Kore,” Suguru bows slightly in apology, “I found you asleep and brought you back to my domain to make sure you were alright.”

You look down for a moment, a sad look crossing your face. He feels his heart drop at your sadness, he would do anything to banish it from you.

“Thank you, I am sorry for troubling you.” You say and your face regains some of it’s normal sunshine.

He holds out a hand to help you out of the bed, “No need to thank me and you are no trouble.”

You look hesitant to take it but soon grace him with your touch. Your hand fits in his perfectly, like it was made to be in his. Standing you look up at him with a sheepish expression.

“I never got to ask for your name.” You admit with a blush tinting your cheeks.

Suguru grins at your words.

“Suguru will be fine Lady Kore.” He says and you smile back at him.

“Suguru it is then.”

Suguru’s palace is vast, the dark halls seem to go on forever. You traverse them with him at your side. The halls are open aired with long drapes on them. This place seems to be barren of plants which saddens you a little. Your bare feet walk on the cold tile of the floors. Maybe you should ask Suguru for a pair of shoes.

When you were above ground you never had to worry about that because the ground never hurt your feet. Now you only feel a slight chill but it would be good to at least have them if you need them.

Suguru seems to know the halls by heart as he guides you to the kitchen. After sleeping for a day you felt hunger creep into your body. Gods didn’t really need to eat but going a while without ambrosia was not a pleasant experience.

His presence is comforting to you as the two of you walk through a large archway to a spacious room. Your eyes light up as you see people- no not people- souls moving about in the kitchen. They all work together in harmony, each of them doing a task.

At the entrance of you both they look at the two of you. Some look surprised to see both of you, others of them don’t seem to care.

“Tell them what you would like to eat and they will make it for you.” Suguru says with his arms crossed.

His face is a neutral expression as he speaks. It is different from the easy smile he gave you back in the room you slept in. You wonder if he means to act differently around you or not.

With a smile and a gentle pat to his shoulder you walk up to one of the souls and tell them what you would like. The soul only nods at you before all of them get back to work.

The corners of Suguru’s mouth are ticked up slightly as you walk back to him. You notice how his eyes soften at the edges when he smiles.

“What?” You ask him as the two of you turn to leave.

“Just thinking.” He deflects and trains his eyes ahead, “The dining room is up ahead if you would like to eat there or in your room.”

You don’t know if him saying ‘your’ room was intentional but you kind of like it. Having a place here would be nice, you could help bring some life to this place if he let you.

“The dining room would be fine.” You answer him and he wastes no time in guiding you to the room.

In the large dining room is a long black table. Many chairs are lined around it but it is hollow because no one is here. You chose a chair close to the head of the table to sit in.

Suguru goes to sit down in a chair farther away but you grab his sleeve. He blinks back at you in confusion.

“I don’t want to have to yell down the table at you.” You say.

He chuckles and sits down in the chair next to yours.

“I wouldn’t want you to strain your voice Lady Kore.” He teases you with a grin.

“I also wouldn’t want that and please drop the title, it makes me sound too important.” You respond and he shakes his head.

“You are important but if the title makes you uncomfortable I won’t call you that.” He counters you.

“I guess I don’t want to think about my title right now.” A sigh escapes your lips as you look down.

You remember the words you said to Utahime. She must be hurt and you never wanted to, you just wanted your freedom. A melancholy feeling settles in your heart.

“Why is that?” Suguru asks, his voice soft.

You look at him and his concerned expression with a sad smile. He is nothing like the rumors that follow him. How everyone got the wrong idea about him you have no idea.

“I said things I shouldn’t have. I hurt my sister and I don’t think I could bear to face her for a while.” You admit to him.

He hums in understanding and touches your hand.

“You are welcome to stay here if you like.” Suguru offers.

“Oh! I would not want to impose-”

“You could never impose on me,” He cuts you off, “if anything you could help to liven this place up.”

You brighten at his words, your mood bouncing back from sadness.

“You would let me?” You ask hopefully.

“I have never tried to grow anything, maybe you could try.” He says with a smile.

It wouldn’t hurt to stay here awhile.

Suguru follows behind you as you look for an open pavilion. He must look like a love sick fool walking behind you as your body radiates excitement.

And he probably is a love sick fool.

You finally find what you are looking for. A hall takes a turn to the left out into a pavilion. There are a few seats on the marble floor that probably haven’t been used in a while.

The dirt around the pavilion is so dark it is almost black. You inspect it anyway and Suguru watches you experimentally touch it. The ground glows green for a second before a rose bush begins to grow out of the course dirt.

You look back at him with a triumphant grin, “The ground isn’t so bad here after all!”

“You would be the only one who could make use of it, I am sure.” He says and leans down to touch a red rose.

The flower wilts at his touch and he frowns down at it. He had thought that he could touch the flowers since you grew them but it seems like he is still not able to.

“Here.” You say and put your hand on his.

Suguru watches as you guide his hand to the flower again but with your hand on his. His finger tips touch the soft petals and the rose doesn’t wilt. He looks over at your smiling face in awe of you.

“You look like a fish out of water Suguru.” You say and he realises how close the two of you are to one another.

“I-” He clears his throat. “I have never touched a plant without it dying before.”

Suguru can feel a flush rise up the back of his neck as he feels your body so close to his. Your hand is so warm on his and you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“My Lord!” Yuta’s voice cuts through the moment.

You back away from him and he mourns the loss of your warmth. He stands up and turns to Yuta who looks anywhere but the two of you, his eyes darting to the side.

“Nanami has a few souls for you.” He says and Suguru sighs deeply.

Suguru turns to you, you have stood up from your position on the dirt. He sees that dirt has gotten on your dress.

“I must attend to my duties but Yuta will show you to the palace seamstress, she will make you more clothes so you don’t have to stay in your current dress all the time.” Suguru says and Yuta looks between you two.

“Alright, come find me when you are done?” You ask him, a hand on his shoulder.

“Of course.”

“Oh my!” The seamstress exclaims when she sees you, “I had heard there was a Goddess in the palace but you are more beautiful than the rumors.”

You laugh, “Do rumors spread that fast?”

She smiles at your question and gets to work. Her nimble hands begin to take your measurements.

“You would be surprised at how chatty the dead are, there is not much happening here.” She explains to you as she works.

You had never thought about the dead before in that way. It must be so stagnant here that anything would be interesting to them.

“Does Suguru not invite others over often?” You ask her as she holds up a bolt of dark pink fabric to you.

“No, he is mostly by himself but the Gods of Wine and Witchcraft try to visit him when they can.” She says.

He must be lonely down here by himself.

After a few days the two of you fall into a rhythm. Suguru does his duties during the middle of the day but the mornings and evenings are spent together. He is distracted by thoughts of you when he is sat on his throne hearing the souls plead their cases.

He sits with his head propped up listening as a woman tells him her whole life story. Suguru doesn’t let the sigh escape his lips that he has been holding for two hours.

Your voice comes to his mind.

“After you finish I can show you the garden I am working on!”

He can already imagine you sitting among the flowers like the day he first saw you. Suguru’s mind drifts through the possibilities of what flowers you would grow. He knows that you are fond of lillies and roses so he is sure that they will be included.

“-then my husband left me-”

Suguru wants to leave. He wants to see you.

Then like his thoughts summoned you, you appear. You glide in like you belong here, your long black skirt almost dragging on the ground. He thinks you look good in black. A grin on your face as you walk closer to the center of the room. The woman stops speaking to him to stare wide eyed at you. As you walk past you smile kindly at her.

He can’t help but smile as you draw near to him. You ascend the dias to where he sits. Suguru’s lavender eyes trace your outline in that outfit. It hugs your waist tight and his hands ache to hold your hips.

“Sorry for interrupting you but I must steal him from you.” You say far too sweetly to the woman. Your sweetness should be reserved only for him but he allows it this once.

The woman gets the hint and gets out finally. Suguru sighs in relief as she leaves. You giggle at him and take his hand. He gives no resistance as you pull him to his feet.

“Thank you for that.” Suguru thanks you.

“Anytime, let me show you the garden I made.” You say and pull him along.

Suguru lets you lead him down the winding corridors of the palace to the garden you had promised to show him. He finds your excitement contagious as you hum a tone as the two of you walk.

Eventually you come to a stop in front of a large courtyard. Wild flowers coat the ground of it like the meadow you like so much. Every imaginable kind of flower are now growing out of the once unusable soil. A large willow tree looms over the right side of the yard, its branches sway gently in the wind.

“What do you think?” You ask him, looking a little subconscious.

“It’s wonderful.” Suguru answers honestly and he reveals in the blush that rises to your cheeks.

“It’s not too much?” You press him for more feedback.

“Why would I argue with the Goddess of Spring about her flowers?” He chuckles.

You huff good naturedly, “I want you to tell me if I am ever crossing a boundary.”

“I have no boundaries- not with you.”

Once again sleep dangles just out of Suguru’s reach. His mind races as he knows that you are sleeping in the same palace as him. You are in reach and he can do nothing about it. He invisions you next to him in this bed.

Your lips on his neck as he guides your hips to grind down on him. A soft moan would leave your lips as he would run his hands up your thighs and under your skirt. His fingers would reach places you never could. Suguru would watch in amazement as you throw your head back in pleasure, your chest heaving.

Suguru groans as he palms his already hard cock.

He practically ruts up into his hand as he wishes it was your hand. Your soft hands around his dick. Or maybe he would take you in the garden. Your back against the ground as he fucks you senseless. He can practically feel your nails on his back, sinking into him.

It would be poetic to take you in the meadow where he first saw you. Suguru fucking you against that tree that you were sitting under, the flower crown still on your head.

And in his deepest fantasies you let him.

You would pull him closer, let him take and want and need you. Suguru cums after that, his mind a haze of pleasure and you.

He doesn’t think he will get any sleep tonight.

You toss and turn in bed.

This bed is too large for you, the black sheets seem to go on forever. You stare up at the ceiling in the dark, hoping it will put you to sleep but it doesn’t.

Maybe the underworld is so different from anything you know that you are homesick. Maybe you miss your sister and don’t want to fight with her anymore. Tears of frustration and sadness fall down your face.

You know it’s stupid to cry over this but you have not been from your sister for long before. Her presence was the one constant you had. But now she is most likely upset with you, that’s why she hasn’t even looked for you.

Wiping your eyes you hear a faint rustling from a room a ways away. You realize that it is Suguru’s room. Can he not sleep as well?

Getting up from the bed you throw a robe over your night dress. You walk down the cold corridor until you get to Suguru’s door. For a moment you hesitate before opening the door. It might be too late to do this but if you can comfort him and yourself at the same time you have to try.

You knock and wait for him to open the door. You hear his footsteps as he approaches the door. He opens the door to you, his eyes wide as he looks at you. Your eyes can’t help but look him over for anything wrong.

As you look your eyes catch on the opening of Suguru’s robe and the bare expanse of chest revealed by it. Heat rises in your cheeks as you force your gaze up to his eyes.

“I could hear you tossing and turning from my room.” You tell him.

“Oh,” He says, “I am fine, just restless that’s all.”

You see the dark circles under his eyes and aren’t convinced. He must have had a few sleepless nights to have dark circles like that.

“I can stay with you if you want?” You offer him, hoping that your presence would be comforting.

He stares at you with something you can quite decipher.

“I can’t sleep either!” You explain then grow more timid as you continue, “I was hoping we could help each other out.”

Suguru lets you in.

His room is bigger than yours but somehow more barren. The high ceilings only add to that. His bed is the same as yours but a desk is next to it. You don’t waste too much time looking around because you know he needs sleep for tomorrow.

You climb into his bed and can feel him watching you closely. Vaguely you wonder if you are overstepping a boundary but he had let you in. So he was fine with this.

The bed is warm, it smells of lavender oil. Your head sinks into the pillows that smell like him as he climbs in beside you. He still hasn’t said anything, only stares at you intently.

“Thank you Suguru.” You mutter as sleep hits you suddenly.

He chuckles deep in his chest, “No need.”

You just nod and move closer to finally get the sleep you have craved for the past few hours. His body is warm against yours and it pulls you into sleep.

The two of you have become more physically affectionate after that. You hold his hand and he puts his hand against the small of your back when you two walk together. When the two of you are in the garden you planted his head is in your lap.

You hum gently and run your fingers through his silky hair. It is a comfort to have this gentle touch with him. You can reach for him anytime you need his touch and he responds in kind.

“Do you think I should go back soon?” You ask him as he looks up at you.

Suguru looks startled by your question. Then his face smooths out into something more calm.

“It is up to you,” He says, “You could stay forever if you wanted.”

Oh

Oh how you want to say yes. You want him to keep you here, in his arms forever. The two of you intertwined for all eternity together.

You can imagine your life here so vividly. The soft stolen kisses in between him seeing souls, his arms around you at night. He hands roaming places no one ever has before. You don’t ever want to leave.

“Would you want anything in return for my stay?” You say, your eyes flicking down to his lips.

You want to know how they taste.

His eyes darken just slightly as he looks up at you, “What did you have in mind?”

“Is a kiss a good payment?” You smile sweetly down at him.

Suguru stares up at you, his lip slightly parted in awe as if he never thought you would say that. You giggle at his expression and lean down to kiss his lips.

His lips don’t have a distinct taste but they feel soft and warm. For a moment you are the driving force as the two of you kiss. Then you are on your back in the wildflowers you planted a week ago.

His lips move almost frantically against yours. You put a hand on his forearm, holding him closer, encouraging him more. His arms wrap around your torso and hold you somehow even closer.

When Suguru pulls back the both of you look at each other. His eyes are alight with adoration and you can’t help but mirror his expression.

“Can I-?” He starts.

“Please.” You practically whine and pull him back down to you.

With a grin he obliges you and connects your lips again. It is softer and sweeter this time. He doesn’t act like you would flee from him this time. His hands settle on your hips and your hands wander up into his hair.

You fall into a slow rhythm as you feel your body heating up at his touch. He seems so steady as you grow more desperate for him.

His hand moves up under your skirt and you shiver at his touch. Suguru moves from your lips to nip at your neck. You moan as his mouth and fingers explore your body at a languid pace.

You’re addicting to Suguru, you are even better than what he had imagined. He can’t help but look at you as you throw your head back as his fingers graze your entrance.

“Do you know how long I have wanted this?” He breathes against the column of your throat, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

You whimper at his words as he slips a finger into you. He marvels at how tight you are around just one finger, let alone his cock.

“Have you not done this before?” Suguru wonders aloud with a hum.

One of your arms covers your face in embarrassment as you answer, “Only- only you-”

Your words ignite a fire in his very bones.

Suguru is the first and only to ever have you like this. He has claimed you in a way no other can and he will make sure of it. No one is going to take you from him now. He will lock you in his palace if he has to.

A shiver runs through him at the thought of staying here with him, you perched on his lap as he judges souls. He imagines you waiting in his bed for him, your pretty body on display for him and only him.

Gently he removes your arm from your face so he can see you. You look up at him through your eyelashes in pleasure, your cheeks aflame.

“I’m glad to be the only one to see you like this.” He tells you as he adds another finger.

You are a pretty mess under him as he works you open. Your voice rings out in the quiet garden, a song so sweet the muses would fail to recreate it.

“I need more-” You gasp out between moans.

“Just a second more Sweetheart, you're doing so well.” He coos at you as you whimper and whine at him.

Suguru pulls the gold cord holding your dress together to bear you to him. His darkened gaze looks you over in pure desire.

Out of reflex you go to cover yourself but he grabs your hands and pins them above your head.

“Don’t hide from me.” Suguru says and pulls his fingers out of you. Your brows scrunch in frustration at the loss of contact.

He chuckles at the small pout that forms on your lips because he doesn’t plan on making you wait long. Suguru slips out of his clothes and lines his throbbing cock up with your entrance.

Slowly he pushes into you so he doesn’t hurt you. Your nails dig into his back as his cock fully enters you. His breathing gets heavy as you suck him in eagerly. You are so perfect, made specifically for him.

After he gives you time to adjust he begins to move.

Suguru is sure he is in heaven as he thrusts into your tight cunt. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Your head is buried in the side of his neck and he feels your panting breaths against his skin.

“I can’t hold on much longer-” You moan out against his neck.

“Cum then Lovely, I am close myself.” He admits and picks up his pace.

Suguru groans as you pulse sweetly around him. Your cunt holds him so tightly he doesn’t want to ever leave it or you. You cum soon after, your release mixing with his precum. He might slip in between your thighs later to clean up the mess he made.

You moan as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your moans and whimpers are a song so sweet the nine muses would fail to recreate it. His thrusts grow erratic as he nears his orgasm.

With a mean snap of his hips he cums deep inside you, claiming you inside and out. You are boneless underneath him, your orgasm leaving you on cloud nine. He presses a soft kiss to your temple in pure devotion.

He moves the two of you to his bed in a wisp of black smoke. You settle on his chest, your breathing still a little heavy. He runs a hand up and down your side in a soothing motion.

“Stay with me.” He asks you.

You smile wide, “Of course.”

Utahime bursts into the main hall of the gods. She startles the crowd of gods as she stomps in. Her face is a mix of anxiety and rage. Dark circles are prominent under her eyes and add to the frantic look in them. She looks around the room as she walks to the center.

“My sister was taken by the God of the dead.” She says as she approaches the throne at the end of the hall.

Yaga looks down at her with a brow raised, “What proof do you have of this?”

“Haibara saw him carry her off.” She declares and Haibara comes forward to give his testimony.

“It was just as dawn broke when I say him disappearing the Goddess of spring in his arms. I have not seen her since.” Haibara explains to him, a sad look on his usually sunny face.

Yaga rubs a hand over his chin in contemplation. He did not want to disturb Suguru but if this is true he will have to intervene. This is going to be a mess.

“Shoko and Satoru.” He summons the Goddess of Witchcraft and the God of Wine to the center of the room.

Shoko has a neutral expression on her face as she walks forward. But he can see through the mask to the pure displeasure of being dragged into this. Satoru looks somewhat amused as he follows her forward.

“Go see if the Goddess is there and if so try to reason with Suguru.” He commands.

“As you wish.”

The room is tense as Shoko leaves, a stormy expression on her face. She is none too pleased to be tasked with a wild goose chase.

Walking into the throne room you laugh.

Suguru is sat on his iron throne, which is not out of the ordinary but the crown of violets are new. The souls probably were shocked that he wore something that colorful.

He grins as you enter, the corners of his eyes soften in that way you adore. You join him on the throne, his arms pull you into his lap.

“What did Yuta have to say about your accessory?” You tease him and wrap an arm around his shoulders.

“He was too bewildered to speak this morning, even Nanami was speechless.” Suguru says with a chuckle, “But I think it would look better on you.”

He gently settles the crown on your head.

“Thank you.” You say and lean your head on his shoulder.

The two of you stay there for a moment, just basking in each other's warmth. You long to pull him from his work but you know how dedicated he is to it.

So you will settle for this.

“Well~” A familiar voice has the two of you looking towards the front of the room. “So you can break the rules Suguru!”

Satoru and a Goddess you haven’t met before walk into the throne room. You feel Suguru’s grip tighten on you. In a gesture of comfort you squeeze his shoulder.

“What do you want Satoru?” Suguru asks, his voice holding an undertone of suspicion.

“We came to see if you had kidnapped the Goddess of Spring but it does look that way.” The Goddess comments with a raised brow.

You flush a bright red as you realize how this looks. Suguru, on the other hand, doesn’t look fazed by their comments. His gaze is stormy as he looks down at them.

“How did you get that idea?” You ask them, trying to make up for Suguru's lack of diplomacy.

“Your sister kindly informed the rest of us about it.” Satoru says with an amused expression on his face. “Apparently Haibara saw Suguru haul you off.”

You feel a flicker of confusion since Suguru said he found you at night, not in the morning. Haibara as the god of the sun can see everything as he passes through the sky.

So how did he see Suguru if he found you at night?

“Tell Utahime that she is fine and if she wants to cause a fuss she should come herself.” Suguru tells them, his gaze icy.

“Sadly Yaga asked us to bargain for her safe return.” The Goddess says unimpressed with his glare.

You are sure that this is going to be a mess.

Suguru is enraged that Utahime would send someone else to bargain with him rather than coming herself. She was a coward and didn’t deserve you.

“She came into my domain and chose to stay willingly, this is ridiculous.” Suguru says and rubs a thumb down your side.

It was soothing to have you in his arms. Your calming presence was a balm to his anger.

“At least let us take her to tell her sister that.” Shoko tries to reason with him.

“It sounds reasonable Suguru.” You tell him gently, “You know I won’t leave you.”

Suguru knows that, you gave him your word after all. But he doesn’t trust Utahime. She might hide you from him or keep you from him. He can’t let you go now, not now that he has held you in his arms. It would break him if you left and never came back.

So he will just have to tie you to the land of the dead. If you eat of the dead you are tied here. An idea comes to his mind.

“Fine, but I want a moment alone with her Shoko.” Suguru says.

Shoko nods, “As long as you will let her go after Suguru.”

Both Shoko and Satoru walk out of the room, leaving him alone with you. He sighs and turns to you. You smile softly at him, a fond look in your eyes.

“Don’t worry.” You say and kiss him.

He leans into your touch before you pull away from him to get up. Suguru wants to pull you back but he needs to act like he is fine with this. He gets up after you.

Suguru wraps his cloak around you and kisses you on your temple. He takes your hand and puts six pomegranate seeds in your palm.

“For your journey.” Suguru says and leads you to the hall.

Satoru and Shoko are talking amongst themselves as the two of you approach. Well Satoru is talking, Shoko looks annoyed by his presence. He feels a flicker of guilt for dragging them into this.

“All ready?” Satoru asks cheerfully.

You just nod in response and Suguru glares at his friend.

“I will bring her right back!” Satoru exclaims with his hands up in surrender.

As you three leave Suguru watches with a knowing smile. You will come back to him.

He made sure of it.

The grand hall of the gods is abuzz as you walk in. All the gods have gathered for a spectacle. They line the room talking amongst themselves but they go quiet as you walk in. You feel their stares as you make your way to the middle of the room.

Yaga sits tall on his throne at the back of the room. His expression is neutral but you can see a twinkle of interest in his eyes. It seems that even the King of the gods loves a good spectacle.

“Sister!” Utahime exclaims and runs to you.

She wraps you in her arms and sobs into your shoulder. You can see the lines of worry on her face and the dark circles under her eyes.

“I am sorry that I worried you.” You apologise softly and hug Utahime back.

Pulling back she shakes her head, “All that matters is that you are back and safe.”

Utahime holds both your hands in hers with a smile.

“About that-” You go to explain the situation she cuts you off.

“What is on your hands?” She asks with a quizzical look on her face.

She turns your hands palm face up to see red stains on them. Her brow scrunches in confusion at your hands. Then a look of horror takes over her face.

“Did you eat fruit from the underworld?” She looks frantically at you.

“Just six pomegranate seeds, nothing more.” You explain and the color drains from her face.

“It looks like he has tied you to the underworld.” Yaga speaks finally.

Utahime looks back at him, “You can do something can’t you?”

Yaga seems to consider this, then speaks,“You ate six seeds, correct?” He asks you.

“Yes.” You clutch Suguru’s cloak tighter for comfort.

“Then you will spend six months of the year in the underworld and half with your sister.” Yaga explains.

A few gasps are heard from the crowd but for the most part the room is silent. Utahime looks devastated at the verdict but no one can oppose the Yaga’s will.

You turn to her and squeeze her hand, “I will be back for spring okay?”

Tears start to form at the corner of her eyes. You wipe them with a swipe of your thumb. She nods her head and you hug her again.

With that you leave in a flurry of petals.

Suguru feels your presence as soon as you enter the throne room. He had expected for you to be gone longer but he is by no means complaining.

You are still in his cloak from earlier. He watches as you approach him. You don’t speak to him as you do.

Suguru expects you to scream or hit him. He expects you to curse him for dooming you to stay here.

“You were the crow, weren’t you?” You ask quietly, an emotion in your eyes he can’t understand.

“Yes.” He admits, there is now use in lying to you now, he is ready for the repercussions.

But instead of getting angry or crying you do something he never would have guessed. You grab his collar and pull him down into a kiss. He blinks down at you in surprise then melts into your touch.

His hands rest on your hips when you pull away. You look up at him with a look he hasn’t seen before. It is coy and knowing then he realizes that you knew all along about the seeds.

“How devious of you to keep me here,” You say into his ear, “whatever will I do with you?”

“Anything.” Suguru answers and matches your grin.

He pulls you in for another kiss and you oblige him. Suguru feels your lips on his and your hands in his hair and he feels content.

He knows now that you are going to stay.

Me every morning: wow I have got to get more unapologetically cringe

-Mdni, talk of sex-

Late one night Suguru gets a knock at his door. You are standing there in a thin dress and robe over it. His eyes trace your body in it. Your expression is concerned as you look him over.

“I could hear you tossing and turning from my room.” You say.

“Oh-” He starts, he hopes you didn’t hear what he has just done to thoughts of you. “I am fine, just restlessness nothing more.”

You don’t seem to convinced with his answer if the slight scrunch to your brows have anything to say about it. He can’t tell you the truth about his sleepless nights. It would scare you off to know how often he thinks of you in those midnight hours.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” You offer.

Suguru’s eyes widen considerably at your offer. Do even know what you are offering him? He doesn’t think you understand the full implications of your statement.

Because he would die for you to stay with him. He would give up his status as the god of the dead to taste you on his tongue. It was almost too tempting to take you up on your offer and drag you to his bed.

His hands itch to take, to give, to hold you down and take what he has wanted since he first saw you.

“I can’t sleep either so I thought we could help each other out?” You say sheepishly, a blush to your cheeks.

Suguru breathes deeply before letting you in.

You walk over to the bed and climb into it. Suguru follows suit but his eyes are on you as you pull a blanket over yourself. He climbs in beside you and you look up at him.

Your eyes are tired and from the red tint to them you have been crying. He longs to make sure you never cry again. Suguru would make you happy, he was sure of that.

“Thank you.” You yawn out as your eyes droop down.

“No need.” He chuckles softly as your eyes finally shut.

During the night you end up snuggled into his chest. He shouldn’t have allowed you to do this. You are far too close to him. He could easily slip in between your legs like he was fantasising about earlier.

Restraint, he reminds himself, he will not touch you without your permission. It would only be good for him if you also wanted it. He couldn’t stand you being scared or in pain while he took you.

Suguru wanted you to want him back.

Act 2 part 1

I didn’t intend for so much domestic fluff in act two but it is giving me life to write it rn

You wake up slowly. Your body feels so sluggish as you roll over on the mattress. The warmth of the blankets beckon you back to sleep and you almost let yourself fall back asleep.

But you didn’t fall asleep in bed last night.

Opening your eyes slowly you see a dark room. It takes a minute to adjust to the darkness then you see that you are laying in a large black four poster bed. Long black curtains fall down from the top of the frame, shielding you from the rest of the room.

Where are you?

A rustling from outside the curtains catches your attention. You look towards the noise and a voice calls out to you.

“Lady Kore?” A figure gets closer to the bed, “are you awake?”

You shuffle back against the headboard, not knowing who will be behind the curtain. A hand moves the fabric over so he can pop his head inside to look at you.

A boy who is maybe fifteen at most looks over at you. He has dark hair and brown eyes. His eyes have dark circles under them like he has not slept in years. Despite his eye bags his face is kind and he smiles at you.

“I will get My Lord for you!” He says and leaves the room.

You are left alone with more questions than you had a few seconds ago.

Who was his lord? Did he bring you here? If so, why does he want from you?

Soon the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room. You try not to seem afraid of the approaching presence. Squaring your shoulders you watch as a tan hand moves the curtain away from the post to let you see him.

The man from the party looks back at you. Both of you stare at each other for a while, his lavender eyes trace your face as you try to decipher his motive.

“I am sorry for startling you, Lady Kore.” He says and put a hand to his heart and inclines his head. “I found you asleep and brought you to my home to make sure you were alright.”

That makes sense, you passed out against that tree so anyone who was decent would try to make sure you were okay.

“It’s- it’s fine! I was just disoriented by waking up in a bed rather than where I was.” You try to reassure him.

“If you are done sleeping I will not keep you.” He says and reaches out a hand to help you out of the bed.

You study his hand for a minute, debating taking it. Slowly you grab his large hand and he helps you out of the bed. His hand lingers for a few seconds before he withdraws from you.

“Thank you,” You smile at him. “What can I call you?”

He blinks in surprise before grinning,

“Suguru, My Lady.”

Masterlist

-Pomegranate seeds mood board-

we’re mooties now (ominous)……..

BLUUUUUE OMG i’m currently reading thru the things you’ve written and waow…. ur toooooo talented tell ur brain i said good job!!!!!! i seriously seriously can’t wait to read more abt hades!sugu eeeeeeeee!!!!!

n e ways don’t be surprised when u see me lingering teehee <3333

Hiiii! Thank you sooo much!! He has taken over my brain so I must spread my Hades!Suguru agenda!

And linger all you want! I don’t mind <3<3<3

Hades!Geto waiting for Persephone!Reader to wake up after he basically kidnapped her:

Wildflower and Barley

And suddenly Hades was only a man - Epic lll, Hadestown (2017)

Summary - Bringing spring to the world, the Goddess of Spring catches the eye of the God of the dead. Eros’s arrow is lodged in his heart and can’t stop himself from falling. Even though Suguru tries to dismiss it the goddess of spring plagues his mind.

Pairing - Suguru Geto x reader

Content - Fluff, light angst, PINNING, he’s down bad, abduction (kind of, it is more consensual then the original story)

Word count - 4.7k

A/N - The fan art was on Pinterest and had no artist credit but if anyone knows who the artist is plz let me know so I can credit them!

Most of the humans who eventually come into his domain have forgotten his true name. His name has been forgotten in their fear of him.

Hades

They whisper low, trying not to draw any attention from him. As if they whispered the name of his domain it would not get his attention. He knows that they fear him and not respect him like the other gods who reside high on Olympus.

Suguru walks through the cold stone palace that has been in place for thousands of years now. Long draping veils of black hang from open walkways. Nothing grows here so he has no gardens nor trees around his home.

It is barren of life and in Satoru’s words, ‘joy’.

But that’s what this place is supposed to be. His palace is not the place where the souls of the dead go to so there is no need to decorate it lavishly.

It has been a while since both Satoru and Shoko have visited at the same time. It has been a few months maybe, he doesn’t truly run on the human concept of time. It was interesting to him how humans wanted a system to measure time.

From the faint laughter and sounds from the next room over he can tell that they have already made themselves at home. He steps into the room with his arms crossed.

“You two know nothing about the laws of hospitality.” He says and walks over to the table where the two of them lounge without a care.

“Suguru! Must you be so uptight?” Satoru says and grabs a honey cake, “And aren’t rules of hospitality for humans and not gods?”

Suguru huffs and sits down next to Shoko.

“I do think that it is all this stuffy underworld air.” Shoko says and swirls her tea.

“Some of us have important things to do.” He says and grabs a cake to eat.

Gods don’t require food but they do indulge from time to time. The flavour of honey and strawberries is a good mix on Suguru’s tounge.

“Yes, yes!” Satoru says in a mocking tone as he grabs another cake, “We have a duty to the humans to make sure that things go smoothly! You should really break the rules for once in your life!”

Suguru sighes at his friend’s flippant attitude.

“And how would you suggest I do that?” He says with a raised brow.

Satoru puts a hand to his chin as if to think but his blue eyes are alight with amusement.

“The party two days from now!” Satoru says and snaps his fingers, “Everyone is going to be there, even the Goddess of Spring will be in attendance.”

The last comment catches Suguru’s attention. He had not known that a goddess of spring was in the heavens. The newer souls had made conversation briefly about seasons changing but he had not really paid attention to it.

“Goddess of Spring?” He asks and Satoru smirks at his intrigue.

“Yes! She is rarely seen,” He leans closer like he is telling him a secret, “but rumors say she is breathtaking.”

Suguru frowns. He didn't want to know that. But it is just like his friend to only remember the “important things” to relay to him.

“I have no time for such frivolous things.” He says with a huff.

Satoru purses his lips in frustration, “At least think about getting out once and awhile!”

“Sure, I will think about it.”

Spring, of course, is your favorite time of year. It is when you are at your strongest and you love the flowers and new life your powers cultivate. Each new life is under your careful eye as they grow.

The large forest in front of you is still in deep winter. As you walk through it the snow melts and the trees grow fresh leaves and flowers. Your feet touch the warm earth and the grass that was brown now is a beautiful green. The forest soon gives way to a large field.

Soft snow has set over the rolling hills. But you know that there is beautiful grass and plants laying in wait underneath it.

“Lady Kore!” Nobara, a young flower nymph calls out to you. She approaches you with a bright smile.

“Nobara,” You bekon her to your side, “how was your winter?”

She falls into step with you as you walk into the warming ground.

“Well! Maki visits often.” She explains as you work.

You remember the girl. She was a member of the Moon goddess’s immortal hunting party. Maki was not talkative but Nobara makes up for her quiet nature.

“Do you like this girl?” You ask, trying not to pry but you feel like pushing deeper into her business.

She blushes bright pink as you smile knowingly. So it seems your hypothesis was correct, she does harbor feelings for the huntress. You think it is adorable that she feels the need to hide it from you.

“I am sorry for pushing you out of your comfort zone.” You say and pat her head.

Nobara shakes her head, “It is alright Lady Kore, you are trustworthy.”

You smile down at her, she is a kind girl.

“Let’s get to work, I am sure you are ready to help me?”

“Yes!”

Once your work is done you look around satisfied. Flowers of all colors and kinds have sprung up around the path through the field.

“Lady Kore! Lady Kore!” Nobara says and runs over with something in her hands.

You turn to see a flower crown in her hands. A crown made of daisies, yellow roses and forget-me-nots is gently placed on your head. Nobara smiles up at her work and you thank her.

“Thank you, Nobara.” You say and walk over to a nearby cherry blossom tree. You sit down and Nobara follows your example. She starts on another crown, you assume it is for Maki who is coming to the field later.

After a night of contemplation, Suguru has decided to go to the surface for a while. It couldn't hurt to take an afternoon to look around.

So he set aside his work for a while and began to make his way to the surface. He moves through the surface’s shadows. It is mundane, humanity going through their lives like normal. He finally stops in a forest.

What he supposed is spring has just come to the forest. The snow has melted, leaving puddles in the earth. Water drips down from the leaves to catch on the budding flowers growing from the ground. He must admit the fresh spring forest is nice.

Suguru follows the path through the forest and looks around at the life there. After seeing so much death for years it is an abrupt change from his norm. Young deer wonder around the forest under the strict watch of their mothers, small wild flowers pop out of the underbrush and the trees are green and new.

When the forest parts a field full of flowers awaits him. Flowers of every color and kind dot the landscape. He even sees some he doesn’t recognize. Suguru is sure that they don’t grow naturally so a nymph or a god would have something to do with this.

His suspicion is proven correct when he catches sight of you.

None of the thousands of flowers that grow in the field compare to you. Your kind eyes, soft facial features and smile captivate him to no end. The light pink of your dress highlights the flush in your cheeks. You sit under a cherry blossom tree with a young nymph at her side. The two of you are making soft conversation with each other.

Suguru is sure that he was struck by one of Eros’s arrows the moment he looked at you. Your warm laughter fills the field and Suguru feels so very exposed. His normal gloomy mask is far out of his reach.

He feels so very human at this moment.

You feel something’s presence, but looking up you see no one there. It is strange. You are sure you felt something. Resolving to remain vigilant, you turn back to Nobara. She is recounting a story about Maki’s lastest hunt with the moon goddess.

You had met the goddess a few times in passing. She was easy to get along with and is rarely in the heavenly court, preferring to stay with her hunters and hounds. You can see why Maki likes the goddess’s company.

In your time as a goddess you have not seen the other gods a lot. Your sister has been protective of you so you rarely interact with the other gods. The only time you really interact with the other gods is when you go to the parties celebrating the seasons.

Your domain is a time of hard work for humans. They begin to plant the seeds for their crops and clean out everything in preparation for summer.

It is a beautiful time and you will never be tired of this time of year. Since most humans begin to get out of their homes more they give out more offerings. The gods decided to hold a celebration every spring.

Even though the party is two days away you are excited to plan out which flowers to place around the grand hall. You spend the rest of your time in the field thinking which flowers would look good next to the cold marble.

Suguru paces.

That’s all his body allows him to do as his mind races. He tries to calm the beat of his heart but for once his heart is stubborn and beats fast as he thinks of you. You looked so at home among the flowers, as if you had been born of them. Your melodic laughter still rings in his ears.

And how he wants to bask in your gentle glow. To feel your fingers on his skin, in his hair, on his chest where his heart beats wildly for you. He would give up everything he has to hold you.

With a drawn out sigh he slumps down on his iron throne and his mind conjures up an image of you sitting in a matching one next to him.

“God- I have gone insane.” He mutters and slides a hand down his face.

“Oh? Do tell!”

Suguru looks down to see Satoru sauntering up the dais to him. He has the same self satisfied look on his face as always.

“It is nothing.” Suguru says trying not to let anything slip.

Satoru narrows his eyes at him suspiciously.

“Do I need to get Shoko to get the answer from you?” He says with his arms crossed obviously displeased with Suguru’s answer.

Suguru scoffs, “Shoko has no control over me.”

“Maybe but you and I both know not to get on her bad side.” Satoru says with a shrug.

“Like I said-” Suguru stands up, “It is nothing.”

Satoru look wholeheartedly unconvinced but lets it go. Instead he switches tactics.

“So, about that party!”

It now makes sense why he is here.

“What about it?” Suguru asks.

“Do you want to go with me? Even Shoko will be there.” Satoru pushes.

Suguru genuinely thinks about it. He never goes to the many parties thrown on the mountain but maybe he might get a glimpse of you. A light blush overtakes his face at the thought.

“I will go.”

Suguru doesn’t sleep that night.

Gods don’t require sleep but when there is no one awake Suguru tries to sleep. His mind won’t let him be. He curses Eros for his meddling nature.

When he lays down in the too large, too cold bed all he can think about is you. Rolling over he imagines that you are sleep beside him. He would cup your cheek gently and pull you closer.

Maybe if you were in his arms he could sleep.

Nanami doesn’t comment on his dark circles in the morning. He has always been very uninterested in Suguru’s personal life and the feeling goes both ways. Their relationship is only on a work basis.

“-I was a good person!” The soul yells up at him.

Suguru looks down, unimpressed, “You killed your own son.”

The souls flounders for something to say. He doesn’t seem to realize that Suguru can see his whole life. A big mistake on his part.

Suguru rubs his right temple as the soul begins to excuse his actions.

“Well-“

“You murdered your own kin, a grievous mistake. You are lucky I didn’t send the furies after you for that.” Suguru explains and with a flick of his hand the soul is sent to the fields of punishment.

Nanami walks over to him and a somewhat sour expression on his face. Suguru raises an eyebrow in question.

“You have been moody this morning.” He comments and Suguru wishes that Nanami didn’t.

If Nanami is commenting on it, that means that his inner turmoil is plain on his face.

“I am not in the mood for your concern.” Suguru states, his gaze stormy.

Nanami makes no further comment but Suguru is sure that Haibara will hear of it and then Haibara will tell Satoru. It will snowball into a big thing if Suguru doesn’t do something about it now.

“I just need air.” Suguru sighs deeply, standing up from his throne.

It wasn’t entirely a lie but he would rather trade places with Prometheus then tell anyone about his sudden longing for you.

Much to Suguru’s relief he accepts the excuse. Nanami nods his head and disappears in a wisp of smoke, most likely to visit Haibara.

When he is gone Suguru decides to do something he shouldn’t.

He decides to see you.

You place the last flowers in place for the party. The grand hall is covered in flowers of all shapes, kinds and colors. It is a vibrant celebration of the spring, a celebration of you.

“The colors are beautiful.” Utahime says from beside you, a soft look in her gaze.

“I was thinking of adding more roses next year, they are gaining popularity in the human world.” You explain and coax out a few water lilies from the grand fountain.

“You don't need to worry about the humans, just the spring.” Utahime says and crosses her arms.

“They give us worship so they are under my care, even if it is only for half the year.” You remind her and stand back up to look her in the eye.

She looks displeased but doesn’t make any more comments on it.

You love her but she is so overprotective of you. It’s almost like she believes you would disappear if you weren’t in her sight at all times. Even if it is out of love, it is still overbearing.

“I am going to the human realm for a while.” You say and surprisingly she does fight you on it.

Hopefully she will begin to loosen her grip.

This was a bad idea.

Suguru tries to think of a way to get close to you without revealing himself. You would notice, you surely would not just let the God of the dead be near you so easily. You must know of him and his reputation by now.

A rustle of the trees nearby has him looking up. In the afternoon skies is a crow. The bird caws loudly as it takes flight. He watches it fly away and is struck with an idea.

Suguru feels his body morph into that of a large crow. He experimentally flaps his wings and is satisfied as they move the way he wants them to. He has never shifted before, he never needed too until now.

With unwavering determination he takes to the sky like the crow he had just seen. His light body flies far above the treeline. The world is so small from up here but he spots you immediately.

You are wrapped in an emerald green dress that blends into the grass around your feet. The cherry blossom petals have fallen off the tree and some have found their way into your hair.

Suguru circles overhead a few times before landing a few feet from you.

He feels your gaze wander over to him. Trying to keep up the act he walks around the field. He is not one for flowers but these are your flowers, so he bends down to look closer at them. A soft giggle catches his attention.

You have a hand over your mouth as he looks up at you. Suguru can see the laughter in your eyes. He doesn’t know what you find so funny about him looking at the flowers but for the sweet sound coming out of your mouth he would do anything. Against his better judgment he walks closer to you.

He is used to being shunned by the other gods so he is prepared for you to run from him. But you don’t shoo him away or flee from him. No, you lift out and arm for him to perch, you smile and beckon him closer.

Suguru takes the invitation you offer. His heart beats out of his chest as you look over his wings. He stretches out a wing for your curious gaze to fall on. You hum and run a finger along the column of his throat.

“Your plumage is beautiful.” You compliment him.

Suguru can’t help but preen and puff out his chest a little under your praise. He can’t tell if it is an animalistic instinct or his own desire to show off in front of you.

“And a little full of yourself.” You remark with another laugh.

Suguru lowers his head in embarrassment at your words.

“I apologise,” You coo to him softly, “I didn’t mean any harm with my teasing, kind visitor.”

He pauses at your last two words.

Would you still believe that if you knew who he was? If he reveals himself would you still smile at him like that?

His mind swims with those questions as you begin to talk to him.

You enjoy the parties that are thrown on Olympus, on the rare occasion you go, so you do your best to make each one count.

But the party thrown for you is by far your favorite. You have free reign to show off the season you adore so. They get to see that you are not some fragile thing that needs the protection of her younger sister.

For one night a year you are free and you are going to make the most of it.

You walk up the white marble stairs of the great hall. The flowers perk up at your arrival, they lean in as you pass. Reaching down you pick up a poppy and put it into your hair.

The grand hall is abuzz with people. Most of them talk among themselves and sip on ambrosia. You walk in and a few wave at you as you pass; smiling in return you wave back at them.

Momentarily you catch someone’s eye.

He is standing against one of the white marble columns. His dark hair is tied back and his lavender eyes widen as you stare at him. You smile over at him pleasantly as you pass by. He is quite handsome, his face is pulled into a scowl as he looks over at Yuki who is saying something to him.

You watch, puzzled, as he storms out of the hall. A part of you wants to chase after him but a voice rings out behind you.

“Well-” You turn to see a god with white hair and bright blue eyes approaching you. “You must be the elusive Goddess of Spring!”

“I don’t think I am that much of a shut in.” You say with a polite laugh.

He gives you a grin and tips a glass of wine to you, “I must thank you for your season because I couldn’t make my wine without it.”

This man must be the God of Wine, Satoru.

“I must decline your thanks,” You refuse with a kind smile, “I just perform my duty.”

Satoru laughs, it is a loud and boisterous sound.

“You really are too humble!”

You are about to speak again but the man is already walking off in the direction of a nymph holding a tray of ambrosia wine. He seems to be the type of person who loses interest easily.

Trying to reorient yourself you remember the man who walked out. It shouldn’t be rude to at least look for him and you want some fresh air anyway.

Yuki is very outspoken, you have seen it personally and an avid matchmaker. It may be that she said something with the motive of helping but it came off as rude. Hopefully you can help repair the situation for your friend.

You walk out of the wide arch way into one of the many courtyards. It is lined with trees and has a grand fountain in the center. You look around before your eyes catch on the man from before. The man is sitting on the edge of the fountain, his robes draping on the ground.

Slowly you walk over to him. His eyes shoot up to yours as you approach. He stands up abruptly and goes to leave.

“You don’t have to leave on my account!” You exclaim and go to grab his hand.

He looks shocked as you move to touch him. You note that he doesn’t like physical touch and withdraw your hand. His eyes study you for a moment before turning around to fully face you.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb you.” He says.

“Of course not!” You say, “You were here first and I can find a different garden to hide in.”

He looks confused before speaking again, “Why would you want to hide from your own party?”

You sigh and sit down on the edge of the fountain. He follows suit and looks at you.

“As much as I like parties, sometimes they can be a lot for me.” You admit.

The man nods, “I’m only here because my best friend dragged me.”

“Do you really hate the parties that much?” You ask curiously, turning your gaze to his.

“Most people don’t feel comfortable around me because of my domain, so I tend to avoid them.” He explains to you.

Looking down at the ground you try to understand his words. He seems like a pleasant person and why would someone’s domain be a reason why they are shunned? It doesn’t make sense to you but you hum to show that you are listening.

“I don’t feel uncomfortable around you.” You say and look back up at him.

His lavender eyes are wide as he looks back at you, a spark of something in them you can’t decipher. You want to ask him more questions but a voice cuts through the calm of the moonlit garden.

“Get away from her!”

You look up to see Utahime stomping over, her face twisted in fury. The man stands up and his posture is tense. Standing up as well you walk closer to your sister.

“I should have never left you alone.” She says and grabs your wrist.

“Why do you mean?” You exclaim, “I am just talking to someone!”

She looks at you then and her face softens slightly. It doesn’t last long before her gaze turns to the man you were talking with.

“I don’t want you conversing with the God of the dead.” She says but it isn’t fully directed at you.

His words now make sense.

You had never met the God of the Dead but you had heard rumors. They all said that he was a man with a terrible personality. He was rageful, hurting anyone in his path.

But this man isn’t that way. He seems genuinely considerate of others and talked with you when he could have easily avoided you. So why are you being pulled away?

You look back as Utahime drags you out of the garden. His gaze is stormy but it clears slightly as you look back at him. You see his right hand twitch as if he is holding back from reach for you.

As you reach the white marble steps of the entrance you wrestle out of her grip.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask and she turns around to you.

“That man is dangerous! If he was here I wouldn’t have let you come here.” Utahime says frustration in her voice.

“You don’t let me do anything!” You say and walk closer to her, she looks shocked.

“That’s not-” She tries to speak but you cut her off.

“You seem to forget who is older here, sister. I can go where I like and converse with who I like.” You yell, “For the last few years I have let you have control because it makes you feel secure but this is too much!”

Utahime looks hurt but you have had enough.

“I am leaving.” You state with finality in your tone.

“Wait-” She says frantically and reaches for you but you are gone in a flurry of flower petals.

When you blink your eyes open again you are standing in your flower field.

You cry then. Big, hot tears fall down your cheeks as you sit under the cherry blossom tree. The tree sways around you in a soothing manner and the wild flowers around your feet reach up as if to dry your tears.

After you have exhausted your tears you lean back against the trunk of the tree for comfort. You could just stay here. You don’t have to go back to face her.

A caw breaks you out of your mind.

You recognize the same crow from yesterday, his onyx wings almost blend into the night. He lands next to you and peers up at you. Reaching out a hand he hops on, his eyes study your face and you give him a sad smile.

“Thank you for visiting again, I think I need companionship right now.” You admit, your voice is still thick with tears.

The crow looks concerned as another round of tears prick at your eyes. You let the tears fall and the crow coos softly in comfort. Running a hand over his head he nuzzles into it, what a smart crow he is.

“Do you know a place I can run away to?” You ask him, “You must have seen many places so can you take me somewhere?”

His eyes widen at your question, the specs of lavender in them sparkling at your request.

You shake your head at your own foolishness, this crow can’t help you. He probably doesn’t even know what you are saying to him. With a sigh you close your eyes, you will just sleep here tonight then figure out what to do in the morning.

Suguru looks down at your sleeping form. You look so peaceful here, your lips parted softly as you breathe. He wants to reach out and touch you, to feel you under his fingers.

He stops himself.

You may have given him permission to take you, but you don’t know that. He could take advantage of this. He whisk you away to his palace and keep you there. Suguru could take you and use your own words against you. His eyes trace the tear tracks on your cheeks. If he was any lesser man he might take advantage of you.

A shiver runs through you and he wraps his cloak around your shoulders. He looks down at you wrapped in his clothing and his body makes the decision for him.

Suguru puts an arm behind your back and his other arm supports your legs. He moves slowly so as not to wake you. To his surprise you don’t stur, just move to get comfortable in his arms. Your eyelashes flutter in sleep but besides that you are blissfully unaware of everything.

The sun peaks over the horizon as Suguru disappears with you in a wisp of smoke. He just hopes that no one saw him take you.

“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun

Person: are you even listening?

Me, who was planning my wedding with Suguru Geto in my head: what

Hades! Geto who hates the lavish parties thrown on Olympus.

He is never usually welcomed there, his very presence is a bad omen. The others whisper as he passes them by. He feels exposed and can’t stand it.

But here he is, letting Satoru talk him into going to a party because he may see you.

The man in question has long since left him to drink and flirt with the flower nymphs in attendance.

Suguru had hoped that he could get this love out of his system by visiting you once. You had welcomed him and even praised his bird form. But it only seemed to make his problem worse. His mind wanders from him so often.

He is at war with his own mind. It wanders to you and how you would feel under his hands. He wonders how you would look at him if you knew who he was.

Would you be scared of him?

It would be natural.

You create life and Suguru manages the dead. The two of you are polar opposites yet he feels anchored to you. It was funny how he is surrounded by death but seeing your life makes him yearn to live.

Suguru keeps to the edge of the great hall. He stays near the wall and looks out at the other gods who drink merrily to a new spring.

He knows that you are in charge of this party since spring is your doing but he hasn’t caught sight of you yet. His eyes look down at the wine glass in his hand.

Suguru’s ears register the sound of clicking heels on the marble floor.

“Suguru!”

He looks up to see Yuki, the goddess of love, walking over with an easygoing smile on her red lips. She walks with an air of absolute confidence in her step. Her dress and hips sway as she comes to a stop in front of him, a wine glass in her left hand.

“What a wonderful surprise!” She laughs and pats his shoulder, “You rarely come up the mountain anymore.”

“I have important responsibilities in the underworld.” Suguru answers and looks out at the party again.

“Responsibility is a heavy weight to bear.” Yuji says and leans against the marble column behind her. “But you don’t have to let it consume you.”

Her eyes are sharp against his back as he gazes over the crowds.

“I have a job and I do it well.” He responds simply.

“You can still find time for pleasure.” Yuki comments.

Suguru attempts to respond but his breath hitches as you enter the room.

The room bursts into life as you walk in. Every flower and plant seems to brighten as you move past them. The vines tremble with joy as you pass by and Suguru knows that he is no better. Your face is wide with a smile and he wants to see you smile like that at him.

Suguru wants to be the source of your joy and laughter. He wants so desperately for you to look at him. Suguru realizes that he may never be satisfied if he doesn’t feel your gaze meet his own.

His heart beats out of his chest as your eyes meet his. It is only for a second. One second and Suguru would give anything for you to look again. The arrow in his heart aches for you.

“It looks like you do have room in your life for pleasure Suguru.” Yuki remarks with a knowing smile.

Suguru looks away from you and storms out of the room, leaving Yuki alone as she laughs at him.

He hates parties.

Part 1 Part 2 Sceries masterlist

Did ya'll know that there is Geto themed lofi on YouTube? I feel the serotonin and motivation coming back to me rn

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

me when I'm insane about satosugu

Nerd!Gojo who has never really been interested in girls, not that they were interested in him either.

His personality, copious amount of digimon shirts and his condescending attitude has sent every girl sprinting in the opposite direction. Any girl who showed any flicker of interest because of his looks learned quickly why the others steered clear of him.

Nerd!Gojo who never minded that until he saw you. You were a transfer student halfway through the spring semester. The professor had introduced you to the class in the usual monotone he lectured in.

You had smiled and taken the seat next to his at the front of the class. He had blinked in confusion at you choosing to sit next to him when there were multiple other seats open. You didn’t talk to him though, just began to take notes as the teacher lectured.

Nerd!Gojo who is naturally gifted when it comes to his classes except for history. He can do math problems in seconds but can’t really tell the Nara and Heian eras apart.

You, on the other hand, know all the answers to every question. The pride that he had cultivated from his constant ability to know things suffers when he can’t answer the teacher but you answer with practiced ease.

Nerd!Gojo who, for the first time in his academically gifted life, tries to study. He does his best but something about it just isn’t sticking. He can answer the question after he studies but they slip his mind as soon as he is next to you in class.

You must be throwing him off somehow.

Nerd!Gojo who blushes bright red with frustration and something else when you help him understand a term in the textbook he has been glaring at for the past fifteen minutes. You just smile kindly, not knowing how you frustrate him.

Nerd!Gojo who decides to just ignore you, if he doesn’t talk to you long enough you will find another seat and stop frustrating him. You catch on to him ignoring him three days in. This doesn’t seem to effect you much and you just keep to yourself.

Nerd!Gojo who comes to a horrifying realisation a week into his plan, he likes your attention.

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

Pomegranate Seeds- Masterlist

Pairing- Suguru Geto x reader

Summary- After many years of solitude the God of the Dead, Suguru, ventures up to the mortal realm. He is struck by one of Eros’s arrows as he gazes upon the Goddess of Spring.

When you fight with your sister Utahime, the Goddess of Autumn, Suguru offers you a place to stay to cool off. But the anger at your Sister quickly turns into curiosity about the man whose domain you are in.

Warnings- Eventual smut, swearing, talk of death and violence, some angst but not really

Chapters

Act 1: Wildflower and barley

Act 2: Pomegranate seeds

Drabbles

Act 1

First meetings

Visitor

Parties

Act 2

Waking up

Late night visit

Part 1

Over the years of your life as the Goddess of Spring you have seen many animals.

The young deer of the forest who teeter after their mothers, the chicks in the nests of sparrows. Every new life is under your care and you take that seriously, especially the ones that venture into your valley.

So when a inky black crow flies down to make himself at home in your valley you take notice. He struts through the field of wildflowers like he owns the place. The crow walks around and inspects the flowers.

You let out a giggle at his scrutiny of the flowers, you never knew that crows could be that judgemental before. Said crow looks up at you and you look a bit bashful as it stares into your eyes.

He walks over to you and you could swear you can see specks of purple in his obsidian eyes. Lifting up your forearm for him to perch he looks hesitant before he hops up on your arm.

As he perches on your arm you can see him better. His feathers sparkle under the light as he seems to preen under your gaze. A rainbow of colours shine when the sun hits them just right.

You run a finger under his beak and he caws appreciatively.

“You have beautiful plumage.” You remark.

The crow puffs out his chest in pride and you laugh at his show of ego.

“You are rather full of yourself as well.” You tease the bird with a laugh.

He deflates a little and you coo a soft apology to him, “I apologise for teasing you, kind visitor.”

The crow tilts his head towards you and you take it as an acceptance of your apology.

With a soft smile you pet his head, happy for the visitor. He is one of the few who visit this secluded valley to see you. Not that you aren’t popular, you are friends with most people on Olympus and the towns folk around here. But Utahime is protective and you are getting stifled by it.

Your sister has good intentions, you know her better than anyone else, but it is lonely.

So you are happy for the occasional visitor.

i apologize for the person i will become when nurse geto is animated

Love, Magic and other things gone wrong

Summary - After trying multiple dating apps you give up and try to love yourself. A love potion should help with that. Nothing can go horribly wrong and drag the cute guy next door into it…right?

Pairing - Suguru Geto x Reader

Content - Fluff, smut, oral f receiving, p i v sex, mostly fluff tho, Witchy! Reader, magical accidents, love potions, artist! Geto, he has TATTOOS, pet names

Word count - 9k

A/N - This is my first full fic that I am posting on here from Ao3! If you prefer that format it is here!

Your love life is… horrendous, you are even being nice about it.

The last date you had gone on had told you that he just “wasn’t ready for anything serious”, only to turn around and change his status to in a relationship within two days after that. But he was the latest in the line of terrible dates you had gone on within the past two years.

You had tried almost everything but you had come to one conclusion-

“I am going to end up a lonely cat lady!” You whine and lay your head down on the cafe table. Utahime looks down at you over the rim of her mug. Her brown eyes look a bit amused at your horrible situation.

“I really doubt it,” She says and pats your head, “Men just suck.”

You want to argue but you remember one of your dates saying that “if you just lost some weight you would be so hot”, so you just groan instead of saying yes. Men do suck or maybe just the ones you match with on shitty dating apps are.

“What do I do?” You ask and shift your head to the side so you can look up at your friend.

“To be honest, you just need to be comfortable with yourself. Practice self love first, then good men will find you.” She explains and sips her tea.

“Maybe you are right.” You agree, still feeling defeated. “Do you have a quick fix for my self love?”

She snorts, “Are you asking for a love potion?”

“You said it, not me!” You remark with a laugh and sit up.

Utahime rolls her eyes good naturedly.

“Give me a few days and I will drop it off, but-” Her face turns serious, “only use a small amount. And I would suggest only drinking it when you are alone and infuse it into something so the effects are minimal. Otherwise you could fall in love with your reflection or someone random.”

You readily nod, how hard could that be?

After you take a little bit of that love potion for a week you see results. You feel better and as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. When you go out you don’t scrutinize yourself for your weight or how you look. Your deep set insecurities fade into the background as you look at yourself. It feels so good.

Today is a quiet day for you. Saturdays are one of your off days so you designated it as a chill day. No big agenda or anything to do, just basking in that fact that you don’t have to do anything, which is the best kind of day.

You wake up at nine-thirty but lay in bed for a half hour before getting up to make breakfast. The sun shines in through your sliding glass door out to the small balcony. It engulfs the morning in a warm glow as you start the coffee pot. Starting breakfast you crack a few eggs into a pan and turn on the stove.

While the coffee brews and you cook your eggs on a low heat, you pull out your tarot deck for a quick morning reading. You usually work mornings so when you have an opportunity for a morning read you feel giddy. The deck is familiar and comfortable in your hands as you shuffle the cards.

After you feel like they are sufficiently shuffled you pull out three cards and lay them face down. You flip the first card and wince. The tower glares up at you as you feel very uncomfortable at its presence.

So it looks like you will be having a crisis, delightful.

“Okay-” You say to yourself and take a deep breath, “let’s see what is going on.”

You flip over the next card to see the ace of cups. That is significantly better than the tower. A new emotional connection but is that before or after the crisis or is that the crisis? You sigh and already feel yourself overthinking.

The last card is flipped and you feel a bit better about all of this. The sun card shines like a beacon of hope in this reading. A calm after the storm, a peace after a time of crisis. It looks like the crisis will happen first, a new emotional connection will somehow be involved but happiness will come after.

You snap a picture of the reading and send it to the group chat with Utahime, Shoko and Yuki.

______

You

Guess who is going to

have a crisis?

Yuki

Don’t you have a crisis

every other week?

Shoko

Don’t be rude

Utahime

Yeah, it’s every two weeks Yuki

You

I don’t know why I am friends

with you guys

Yuki

Because you love us?

______

You roll your eyes at your friends and go back to your eggs.

The rest of your morning and early afternoon go well. You eat your breakfast, work on some personal projects and lay around watching tv. Occasionally you get a text from the group chat but it is mostly about things unrelated to your upcoming crisis.

You are sitting on your couch at about four o'clock, starting a book that you have been putting off reading, when you realize that you haven’t started on dinner yet. It is a bit early but you can feel hunger start to creep in. Putting a bookmark in your place you close the book and get up.

The cabinets are almost bear except for a lone box of spaghetti noodles. You grab it out of the cabinet and set it on the counter. Looking in the fridge you don’t see any sauce so you may have to settle for garlic butter pasta. You see some chicken that you can put in it.

“Score!”

Grabbing out the chicken you put it next to everything else and get to work on your makeshift dinner. You turn on the stove, put the pan on it and cut the chicken. You season the chicken well before put it on the pan to cook.

You are craving more coffee so you put on another pot. In addition to the water you put in a tablespoon of that love potion just for fun. You don’t plan on seeing anyone today so you want to mess with the dose a bit.

Once you have the coffee on you walk out to water your hoard of plants on your balcony. Most of them had been gifts but your favorite is the lavender plant you had been given as a housewarming gift.

You suspect you will have to replant her soon so she can grow better. She is one of the plants you use the most in your teas and recipes because of lavender’s calming qualities. Utahime also uses lavender in her witch stuff so you are technically her supplier.

The sound of another sliding door breaks you out of your thoughts. To your right the sliding door opens and a man steps out with a pack of cigarettes. Both of you look equally shocked to see each other. Then you remember that you are still in your pajamas.

He looks at you and you look back. Trying to break the awkward silence the man gives you a small wave. You quickly wave back before going back to watering your many plants.

Normally you would not care but this man is different. He and his friend had moved in about a year ago. You had immediately noticed him. Maybe it was the hair, tattoos or gauges; but no matter what it was you were hooked.

He was cleverly dubbed, “Hot neighbor guy” in your circle of friends. You kept them updated on all the small details you had picked up about him. Like that he really likes rock music and that his hands are usually stained with paint.

So now you try not to stare at his broad shoulders that are on full display in his black tank top. His side profile is accentuated by the evening sun behind him. You need to be normal, friendly but not too much-

“Why do you have so many plants?”

You immediately jump out of your skin at his sudden question, then smoothly respond,

“What?”

A blush tints your cheeks as you debate running away into the woods and never returning.

This man has the audacity to lean over the rail towards you with a cigarette between his teeth and repeat his question.

“Why do you have so many plants? I always wondered why you had so many.”

“Oh! Most of them were gifts in high school,” You say and stand up straight after you finish watering your last plant, “I had a phase and now feel obligated to keep them alive.”

He chuckles a bit and lights the cigarette, “I get that, I took in a stray once and now I am stuck living with him.”

“Your roommate?” You ask and he nods.

“He has little to no self preservation so I get to save him from himself.”

You laugh and he smiles, his snake bites becoming more prominent on his lips.

“How did you-” You start to say only to be cut off by the smoke alarm screaming at you.

Your chicken is burning.

Not wasting any time you fling open your door and turn off the burner. After you run to the smoke alarm to try to reset it. Only to find that it is too far up the wall for you to reach. Now you were not short but it is ridiculously high up on your wall.

Your quickly thought out plan B was to beat the alarm with a couch cushion. Whether it was to hopefully dislodge the thing from the wall or fan away the smoke you don’t know but what else can you do? Sadly your brilliant idea doesn’t work so you just beat your wall with a cushion and hope it stops soon.

A knock at your door makes you give up on your valiant attempt at stopping the shrieking alarm. With a sense of defeat you walk to the door. Couch cushion in hand you open the front door to see “Hot neighbor guy” at your door. This is probably his first impression of you, a woman who has too many plants and burns chicken, how great.

“Do you need help?” He asks, because of course he is still nice to you, with genuine concern on his face.

“If you don’t mind!” You say trying to be cheerful as your reputation with this guy lies tattered on the ground between you, “If not I will just wait for it to stop.”

The corners of his lips quirk up at your tone. You move aside to let him in, you are then immediately struck by the fact that you haven’t cleaned up your apartment enough for it to be prepared for someone to come over. But it is far too late as he walks to the alarm.

He reaches up, his shirt riding up, to grab the alarm. Your eyes, attracted by the movement, travel down to see a tiger tattoo on his hip. You don’t look at that and you won’t think about it later either. He pushes a button and the alarm goes blissfully silent. You sigh in relief and he chuckles.

“Well, at least you can take care of plants because your prospects of becoming a handyman are slim.” He says with a grin.

“The only thing holding me back is irritatingly high placed smoke alarms, other than that I would do great.” You say back then turn a bit shy as you continue, “Thank you though, is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Well now that the smoke is gone I can smell coffee, can I have some?” He asks you and reaches out his hand, “And I am Suguru by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Suguru,” You respond and take his outstretched hand. His palms are bit rough as he shakes your hand and you introduce yourself.

“And I am happy to share my coffee!” You agree with a smile and turn to go back to the kitchen. He follows you and waits by your island. You grab a mug out of the cupboard for him. “Do you like cream or sugar?”

“No, black will be just fine.” He says and sits on one of the stools.

After pouring the coffee you slide the cup over and he takes it gently. His hands are larger than yours and you see faint patches of dried purple paint.

“Let me go put back the cushion.” You say and walk into the living room. With a soft hum you arrange the cushions in their proper place.

Looking back you see that your work is good and begin to make your way to the kitchen. As you enter the kitchen you come to a halt as you look at the coffee pot. You then realize that you put the love potion into the water for the coffee.

Oh no.

Subtly you glance over at Geto who sips the coffee blissfully unaware of your fuck up. He looks fine? There isn’t any change in behavior so far. So you decide to make yourself some coffee and observe instead of doing anything irrational.

You reach up and get another mug only for Suguru to hand it down to you. His chest is almost against your back as he hands it to you. Your breath hitches slightly as he doesn’t move too far from you as you pour yourself coffee. His hands ghost your waist and you are ninety-nine percent sure that it has kicked in.

What the hell do you do?!

“Your really cute like this.” He says and it’s dangerously low. You shiver at the tone of his voice.

“Suguru?” You ask, trying to act nonchalant and not like you are having a crisis.

“I like the way you say my name.” He says and you turn so you can see him. That was a bad move because he puts his hands on the counter behind you, closing you in.

Your breath is short and your heart is pounding in your chest. Suguru’s eyes trail down from your eyes to your slightly parted lips. He isn’t even discreet about it.

Before you can come up with any semblance of a plan to get out of this predicament your brain shuts off.

Suguru leans in and kisses you. It starts off slow and sweet. His mouth moves against yours softly, like he is savoring the taste of you. You wonder what you taste like to him. He tastes like black coffee, you usually don’t like black coffee but you don’t mind it if Suguru is kissing you.

You lean in, chasing his kiss and his tongue enters your mouth. Moaning a bit you feel his head tilt so he can get further. He swallows up your moans greedily.

Suguru pulls back for just a second so he can turn you both around. You are a little confused about what he is doing until he picks you up and sets you on the island. In the heat of the moment you open your legs so he can slot himself between them.

His mouth crashes back into yours quickly after. You run a hand up into his hair, trying to find purchase as he kisses you like a man possessed. Accidentally you tug and he groans into your mouth. His hands grip your hips tightly as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

Suguru moves from your mouth to your neck. He nibbles on your neck and you jolt at the sudden sensation. You begin to grind down as he chuckles against your skin. The cold metal of his snake bites turn you on even more as he kisses where he was biting your skin like a peace offering.

His right hand moves from your hips to your tigh and you remember that you should be pushing him away. This isn’t really him, just a signifect of that potion. Still breathing heavily you push him back. He looks a little confused but doesn’t complain about you push him off.

“I- uh- don’t want to go that far yet!” You squeak out, both your hands on his shoulders. “Not that it is bad in any way-”

Suguru blinks a bit before nodding at your words, “Sorry, I was far too forward.”

“No! Your fine, it just me that is the problem.” You inwardly groan as you use that stupid line. “Are you free tomorrow?”

He seems to think about this before nodding.

“I am free about two if you want to go out?” You suggest to him.

He obviously isn’t in his right mind and you don’t want to take advantage of that. You would feel horrible if you caused him pain. Hopefully he will have snapped out of it by the time for your date rolls around or have forgotten this entirely.

Suguru smiles at you and your legs feel weak, “See you at two then.”

With a quick peck to your lips, and him putting his phone number in your phone, Suguru excuses himself from your apartment, leaving you reeling on your kitchen counter.

You sit there for a second absorbing what happened within the last fifteen minutes of your life. Reaching a hand up you feel your lips that Suguru was kissing just a minute ago.

Hoping down off the counter you feel that your legs are still weak from all that. But that doesn’t stop you from getting to your phone and frantically pressing on Utahime’s contact. She will hopefully know how to help you.

The phone rings three times before she picks up.

“Hey!” She says more excited then you are because of your current situation.

“Hey…” You say cautiously and you can practically hear her eyes narrow in suspicion.

“What happened?” Utahime asks you

“So I might have burnt my chicken talking to ‘Hot neighbor guy’,” Utahime snorts at your opening statement, “then he fixed my smoke alarm- which was so hot by the way- anyway as repayment I gave him a cup of coffee- which may have that love potion you gave to me infused in it.”

Dead silence.

“How much did he have?” She asks you slowly.

“Enough to furiously make out with me on my counter for five minutes.” You answer quickly.

Utahime groans, “How much did you put into the coffee?”

“Oh!” You say, understanding what she meant now, “I used about a tablespoon.”

“Okay so it should wear off in about a day.” Utahime says with relief.

You check the clock and it is just a bit before five. So you just have to wait until five for it to wear off. Your heart deflates a little at the idea of not going on a real date with him but love potions are cheating in the war that is modern dating.

“That’s good.” You answer, “Also do you think my black crop top looks better with my flare jeans or that cute slit skirt with stars on it?”

You hear a hum on the other end of the line as she thinks, “Skirt would be better since it is getting warmer but I would pair it with a sweater.”

“I agree, also tell Shoko Hi for me!”

“Good luck.” She says and you hang up the call.

Now you just need to survive this date and hopefully the potion will have worn off by then. As long as you play it cool you will past this crisis.

You can totally do that.

Suguru has always been a very calm and controlled person. He prides himself on his restraint and his patience. So he doesn’t understand what just happened. Not that he didn’t want to- but where did that come from?

Suguru had noticed you as soon as they moved in. You had passed by him in the hallway when he was moving his stuff in. He had been so distracted by you and your smile and bright eyes. Satoru laughed his ass off when he almost dropped the box he was carrying in because he was staring at you.

His eyes would always search the hallway for you when he would go to his classes or the studio where he painted most of the time. You would always just be entering your apartment as he would make his way up the stairs. He would always just miss you so when he managed to see you on your balcony he had internally cheered.

And when your smoke alarm went off he practically sprinted across the apartment, out his door and to yours to help you. Satoru had laughed at his mad dash but Suguru didn’t care. He found it endearing that you even offered him a chance to help you.

But after that cup of coffee he felt more desperate for you. Like there was a burning feeling under his skin and the only thing that could help was your touch. His overwhelming need for you and your attention seemed to override all his critical thinking.

Suguru debates pulling his own hair out at the fact he was so close to fucking you on your counter and you didn’t seem confident in pushing him off of you. You probably think he is some fuck-boy trying to get into your pants and he is really ashamed of that.

Slowly he opens the apartment door to an expectant Satoru. He sits on the couch with an amused expression. Debating whether or not to avoid this conversation altogether Suguru walks over to the coffee table where his pack of cigarettes are.

“Sooo” Satoru says with a grin, “when is the wedding?”

Suguru glares at him hard.

Satoru puts his hands up in a placating gesture, “Just asking! She did let you help her right?”

“Yep.” Suguru says, hoping that he doesn’t delve deeper.

But it is never that easy with Satoru.

“And?” He pushes leaning forward in his seat like he is watching a drama.

“I made out with her on her kitchen counter.”

There is a long pause as they stare at each other.

“And you came back, why?”

“I didn’t want her to think that I just want to fuck her.” Suguru says and puts his cigarettes in his pocket, “Most of us give the people we are pursuing a bit more space then you do.”

Satoru scoffs at his comment.

“I give Nanamin space! He seems to even be enjoying my company right now.” He defends himself.

“If that helps you sleep better at night.” Suguru says with a shrug.

“Don’t change the subject!” Satoru squawks.

Suguru sighes and sits down. His best friend’s interrogation will not end soon so he might as well make himself comfortable.

The morning of the date you can’t really settle down.

During the hours of six through nine you wake up five times. Eventually you give up and check your phone. Then for a while you check your phone obsessively for a text saying that the date is off or he is “sick”. But one never comes. Which might be more concerning now that you think about it.

You clean your whole apartment and do all the laundry you have put off for a week. The only thing you haven’t done is wash your windows, which you might do in a minute. Looking at the time you throw the washing the windows idea out the metaphorical window.

The clock reads one and you need to get ready.

Normally when you get ready for a date you feel like you are dressing for a wake. But as you get showered and dressed you feel an underlying giddiness. You listen to more upbeat music as you do your hair and makeup. It is such a 180 turn from usual.

It is probably because it’s Suguru. He seems to be a good person from what you know so far, plus he is an excellent kisser. You try to remind yourself that it might not really be him but you can let yourself just enjoy today and wear it takes you can’t you?

Humming to the random pop song you have on in the background you admire the outfit Utahime suggested and you like it. You are not fully covered up but still warm because of the tights and sweater. It is a tasteful mix of the two and perfect for a first date.

You leave your bathroom and make your way to the living room to put on a pair of small heels. Since he didn’t cancel you decided to take him to a cat cafe downtown, since you don’t have a car you will have to walk so you want to not have your feet hurt. The kitten heels complement both the black and silver of your skirt nicely.

Right on time at exactly two a knock comes at your front door. All the nervous energy hits you as you walk to the door. You take a deep breath before opening your door to see Suguru standing there.

He looks good. A loose band tee hangs off his frame along with an oversized jacket. But the thing that draws your attention is the skinniest skinny jeans known to man that he is wearing. You have seen men wear skinny jeans but not that tight. And you might be very into that.

His long black hair is tied up and away from his face and you can see an undercut. You really want to run your hand over it.

“Hi.” He greets you with a small smile.

“Hi.” You respond but it comes out a bit shyer than you want it too.

“Are you ready?” He asks you and leans an arm on the frame of your door.

“Yes, I just need to grab my purse.” You say a giddiness to your voice.

For a second you leave him there and disappear into your apartment to get your purse. When you return he has moved away from your door and is rocking back and forth on his feet. He immediately stops as you lock and close your door behind you.

“So where are we going?” Suguru asks you as you walk away from your door.

“It is a surprise!” You say and press the down button to summon the elevator.

“How mysterious.” He says with a grin as you enter the elevator.

“I have to keep you interested somehow.” You match his grin as you hit the ground floor button.

“My interest is peaked.”

In the few short minutes that you are leading him downtown Suguru decides he really likes walking behind you. There is something about how you carry yourself that makes him think that he would follow you anywhere. You could lead him into hell and he probably wouldn’t notice it.

Satoru would call him a dog on a leash but he doesn’t mind if it is you.

As the crowd gets more dense as you enter Shinjuku you reach back and grab his hand, “I don’t want to lose you in the crowd.”

“I think I could be easily found because of my height, you on the other hand are more at risk.” Suguru teases you and squeezes your hand.

“I could just leave you.” You grumble as he walks faster to catch up with you. And the faint blush on your cheeks doesn’t escape his vision.

The two of you walk hand in hand for a while before you pull him into a cafe. It is smaller than the other stores and restaurants on the streets of Shinjuku. The light brown and cream colored walls give the cafe a cozy feel. But the main attraction is the hoard of cats that are walking around.

He can feel your eyes looking at him, trying to see if he likes it.

“This is a cute place,” Suguru says and looks down at you, “I have never been here before.”

Your eyes light up and his heart stutters in his chest. Suguru feels like he could live on just that expression of yours. He has never been a romantic before, despite his inclination towards art, but you bring out a new side to him.

Suguru wants to paint this expression so he can look at it forever.

His trance is broken as a woman walks up to you. Her blonde hair is tied up and her eyes look at the both of you as if she is trying to decipher what is going on with the both of you. He sees you get nervous as she walks closer.

“Hi Yuki…” You say as if you are about to be scolded.

The woman, Yuki, raises an eyebrow, “Who is this?”

“This is Suguru,” You pause before continuing, “he lives next door.”

Yuki’s eyes light up with understanding and a smile spreads on her face.

“Suguru- I have heard a lot about you.” She says and reaches out a hand for him to shake.

Suguru, now self conscious, takes her hand and shakes it. What have you told her? Does she not approve of him? Is he making a good first impression?

“All good I hope.” He replies and tries to calm his nerves.

“Very good.” Yuki assures him, “You have the pick of any table and can I get you any drinks?”

“The strawberry boba sounds good, I haven’t gotten a chance to try it.” You say with a smile and squeeze his hand.

“I will just have a coffee.” Suguru says.

“Okay, I will have that out shortly.” She says and walks off.

As she leaves you relax and he looks at you in concern as you sigh.

“I forgot to tell her about our date,” You admit as you pull him by the hand to a corner table, “there will most likely be anarchy in our group chat soon.”

He snorts and sits down in the chair near the window. Suguru mourns the loss of not being able to hold your hand. You sit down across from him and a loud ping comes from your phone. The first ping is followed by many more before you eventually put your phone on vibrate.

“Good luck with your friend group, my best friend already interrogated me yesterday.” Suguru says with a grin.

“I will need it, Shoko will have my head for this.” You admit with a sigh.

“Shoko Ieri?” Suguru asks in disbelief.

“Yeah! Do you know her?” You ask.

“We went to high school together and we are in some of the same English classes now.” He says.

“Wow! I never knew how close we were to each other without ever meeting.” You hum as a small tabby waltzes up to you. Suguru watches you scoop the cat up into your arms and pet its head. It purrs at your touch and he feels a little jealous of the cat.

Conversation flows effortlessly between you two as you play with the cats and drink your drinks. The tabby stays close to you, it demands your attention and will flick its tail when you are trying to do other things. You indulge the little thing every time.

At one point you finish your drink and get up, “I am going to get another tea, do you want more coffee?”

“That would be great.” He says and you take the cups off the table and walk over to the counter where Yuki is standing looking bored.

He watches you talk to her when a set of claws enter his calf. Looking down the small tabby cat has it’s claws in his leg with narrowed eyes.

“She may indulge you but I won’t.” He says defiantly.

The cat sinks its claws in deeper.

“I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

Suguru feels the claws puncture his skin.

“Fine!” He says picks up the tabby and scratches its little head.

It begins to purr and Suguru just sighs, resigned to being a servant for this cat until you both leave.

You come back to see Suguru holding the little tabby cat. It is the cutest thing you have ever seen. You set his coffee down on the table in front of him as he pets the cat’s head.

“It looks like Obi likes you.” You say and sit down in your seat.

“Obi is a small terror.” Suguru grumbles but continues to pet the cat.

“He takes after his mother,” You say and scratch under Obi’s chin. “Queenie fits her namesake.”

“Obi is a cute name for him,” Suguru says, “it doesn’t fit his personality.”

You laugh and take a sip of your drink, “His full name is Obadiah.”

“Obadiah?” Suguru asks in disbelief, “that’s his full name?”

“Yuki named him.” You smile at him as he tries to think of how Yuki thought that the name Obadiah would be a good name.

“I think I would be a terror if I was named Obadiah.” Suguru says and scratches the cat behind the ears, “I have misjudged you, I am sorry.”

More time passes and the two of you trade off so Suguru can drink his now lukewarm coffee. Obi is pleased to be in your arms and you hold him like a baby as he purrs. You had always wanted to adopt him since you saw him but raising him by yourself seemed like a daunting task so you talked yourself out of it.

A camera flash brings you out of your thoughts. Suguru has his phone up and is taking a picture of you and Obi. You blink in confusion at him.

“Why did you take a picture?” You ask him curiously.

He puts his phone down and clears his throat nervously, “I wanted to paint the two of you.”

Your jaw drops as he rubs the back of his neck, looking away from you. Your heart is in overdrive as you try to process that he wants to paint a picture of you. Taking a picture is one thing but painting someone takes a lot of work and time.

“I don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable!” He says quickly trying to make it better.

“No!” You say but it comes out a bit high pitched as you blush, “I- I don’t mind.”

Suguru relaxes and a grin spreads on his face, “I am happy that you are willing to be my muse.”

God help your poor heart.

After two hours you leave the cafe. Yuki waves as you leave and you know that you are in for it later. But you feel so love struck that you don’t care.

The walk back to your apartment building is filled with laughter and smiles. Suguru holds your hand all the way there and you let him lead you to the elevators. He runs a thumb over your knuckles and you feel like a dumb teenager on her first date.

When you make it to your door you hesitate. You don’t want this to end. Even if this is temporary and he may not want you later you want to bask in it now. You try to think of how to articulate it. And Suguru frowns as he looks at his phone.

“My roommate kicked me out for the night,” Suguru starts, “could I crash at your place? I will buy us dinner as payment.”

Fate seems to be in your favor today.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You say and let go of his hand to open the door. The door swings open and you lead him inside.

You settle on the couch as the two of you continue to talk. Suguru orders Chinese takeout and you talk about anything and everything. He tells you about his art classes and you tell him about your classes in kind.

“-I actually have a big project coming up soon so I will have to focus on that since it is a major portion of the grade.” He explains his hands moving around as he does.

“What do you have to do?” You ask him.

“So what the professor is asking for is a watercolor piece. I prefer oil based paints but it will be good to step out of my comfort zone for it.” Suguru tells you and you can tell that he is passionate about this by the way his eyes look as he talks.

“You seem really passionate about this.” You observe and he stops briefly.

“Sorry- I was rambling-” He starts to apologize but you grab his hand.

“Don’t apologize,” You smile at him reassuringly, “I like hearing you talk.”

It is quiet as the two of you stare at each other. The tension thick in the room as you trace his face with your eyes. His hair falls into his face from the beat bun it was in. You lean closer and-

The doorbell rings, breaking up the moment.

Internally groaning you get up from the couch, “I will get the food.”

“Thanks.” He responds a little heavy as you walk to the door.

The poor delivery man doesn’t deserve the irritated expression you give him but he looks too high to care. You take the food from his outstretched hands and thank him. He just tips his hat at you and teeters off down the hall. Hopefully he gets home safely.

You set the bag on the coffee table and grab some chopsticks from the kitchen. Suguru is dividing the food on the table. You hand him a set of chopsticks and sit down to eat.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You ask him as you open your container of food.

“Yeah,” He says, “What are you in the mood for?”

“A romcom would be good but I am okay with anything.” You admit and grab the last dumpling.

“Okay- what would you recommend?” Suguru asks you with a smile.

“So if you want a high school setting I would suggest 10 things I hate about you, if not how to lose a guy in ten days is a classic.” You explain and hand him the remote.

He sets down his food and takes it with a hum of amusement, “Which one do you recommend?”

You take a minute to weigh it out. 10 things I hate about you was always a favorite when you were younger, and Heath Ledger isn’t too bad looking. How to lose a guy in ten days is the funnier of the two but you think your heart is swaying towards 10 things I hate about you.

“I would recommend 10 things I hate about you.” You say and He turns on the TV.

The movie starts and you feel content to watch Suguru’s reactions to the movie. Before he had put it on he had told you that he had never seen the movie. Which was a crime. So now he gets to be subjected to this movie for the next hour and a half.

“And I thought I had restrictive parents.” He says with a cringe.

“It really makes you think huh?” You ask with a laugh.

“I mean, if I had daughters I would be protective but not like that.” Suguru explains to you and puts his empty take out container on the table.

“I could see you with daughters,” You admit, “You would make a good dad.”

Suguru blinks down at you in surprise. You realize what you said and go to fix the situation but he beats you to speaking.

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

Over the course of the movie your legs end up slung over Suguru’s lap. He runs his hand over your right leg, but only to your knee then stops. It is driving you a little insane at this point. If it wasn’t too forward you would grab his hand and put it under your skirt.

“He so deserved that.” Suguru says with approval as Joey gets punched in the face.

“He is such an asshole.” You agree with him, trying to not sound like you are worked up about his hand.

The main characters get together, the credits roll and the movie ends.

His hand is still there and you can’t stand it anymore. You reach your hand over to his and grab it. He startles but lets you guide his hand up your leg to your mid thigh. Suguru looks at you, his eyes darker than before. You give him a challenging look, daring him to touch you like he means it.

“Are you sure about this angel?” He asks you, his voice rough and breathy.

“More than any of the decisions I have made for the past month.” You respond.

Suguru chuckles and moves so his right knee is in between your legs, he hovers over you on the couch. You look up at him as he scans your face with his eyes as if he is trying to memorize what your face looks like in this exact moment. His lilac eyes lock on yours and you feel your heart rate pick up.

When he kisses you it is so slow, he takes his time as his hands move up your thighs. It is such a switch from yesterday where he did waste anytime and kissed you so hard you almost couldn’t breathe. You are sure that he wants to turn it around on, to make you need him just as bad. And he is definitely succeeding.

Your body feels so hot and he is barely touching you. It is maddening. His snake bites are cold against your lips and that only makes you want more. You run a hand up into his hair, pulling him down to kiss you deeper. His fingers ghost under your skirt and you gasp into his mouth.

“So needy angel.” He purrs as he pulls back to look down at you.

“I-” You begin and clench your thighs, “I need you so bad baby.”

That seems to be Suguru’s breaking point because he picks you up bridal style. You yelp in surprise at his sudden silence and him picking you up. Most of the men you have slept with hadn’t even tried to pick you when you hooked up. You can’t help the heat that curls in your core as he makes his way to your bedroom.

He lays you down gently with your head on your pillow. Suguru climbs onto the bed and parts your thighs. His rough hands pull down your skirt and tights, leaving you in only your underwear. He practically moans at the lacey lilac pair of panties you have on.

You grin at him and pull up your shirt to reveal a matching bra. It was pure coincidence that you had a set that was the color of his eyes. Even though you had not expected to hook up with Suguru, you thought that you would wear them just in case.

He matches your grin and hooks a finger under the elastic band, “All of this just for me?”

“Who else would it be for?” You ask him with an eyebrow raised, “I am not easy-”

You are cut off as he lowers himself between your thighs and licks your pussy through your panties.

“You were saying?” He says innocently as if he doesn’t have his head resting on your inner thighs.

“I am not- mhh!” You try again but he bites your inner thigh causing you to shiver.

“Hmmm?” Suguru hums in question as he pulls down your panties so he can see how wet you are already. “You seem to be having a hard time speaking angel, why don’t we let your pussy speak instead?”

You barely nod before two fingers are pumping in and out of your hole. It feels so good, his fingers are long enough to reach the spots you never can when you do this. He is knuckle deep in your pussy and you feel like you might cum soon.

“Fuck- mhh- I’m gonna cum-” You moan out as his fingers find your g-spot.

“I want you to come on my tongue first before I make you come again on my dick.” He says and removes his fingers.

A long drawn out whine comes out of your throat at the loss of something filling you. You try to rub your thighs together to make some friction but his hands hold your thighs apart. He wastes no time in eating you out.

Suguru knows what he is doing, you can tell because you can barely think straight. His tongue swirls around your clit and his fingers re-enter your hole. You have lost almost all control and are just a moaning mess.

“Your so beautiful like this- hah- so desperate for me.”

You grind down on his face as you get closer to the edge. Suguru hums happily as he gets you so close to an orgasm, the sound sends a shiver down your body. The heat that was rising in your core reaches a fever pitch as you cum.

As you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm he takes off his shirt and you see the tiger tattoo. He sees you eyeing it and smirks.

“See something you like pretty?” He asks as he continues to get undressed.

You nod, still high on your orgasm. If you didn’t have some restraint you might put your lips to it. He shivers under your touch,

“Fuck-” Suguru curses and you realize you said that out loud.

His voice breaks you out of the trance you are in and you get up to touch him. You run your hands over toned muscle and ink. The tiger tattoo isn’t his only one, he has a dragon on his back and a few smaller ones scattered along his forearms.

You push him back so he is laying down on the bed. He doesn’t stop you when you take all his clothes off. You marvel at his dick. It is thick and already dripping precum as you stare. But you don’t want to rush this, you have been thinking of this for two months so you want to savour this.

The kiss you press to his lips is soft and quick. You move on to his neck. A small possessive part of you wants you to give him very visible hickies. You want the woman three doors down who looks at him in the hall ways to see the bites you leave know that he is taken.

She can go back to her boring husband because this man is yours.

You try to push the thought out of your mind but you are already biting his neck. It brings you glee to know that these will last. Even if he doesn’t want you in the morning, you will have proof that you were there for a while. He groans as you lick and nibble the spot where you bit him.

It was hot, the push and pull of this new dynamic. You had never taken a chance on being more dominant or possessive with your past partners because you didn’t want to scare them off. But Suguru was different, he let you have free rein until he felt like taking over.

You can get on top of him and his hands rest on your hips. It takes a minute for you to adjust your position and sink down on his cock. You hiss slightly at the stretch as his rough hands guide you down.

“You're bigger than I imagined!” You say as you take all of him in.

This seems to pique his interest, “You thought about this?”

“Yeah-” You admit as he runs his hands over your torso. “Since I saw you for the first time I wondered-”

You are cut off as Suguru switches the position so you are under him.

“What are you-?”

What you were going to say is cut off by a whine as he begins to move. His thrusts are a bit wilder than you had expected. His dick hits all those spots inside you that make your legs feel like jelly. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to find something to ground you.

“I- hah- I have wanted this for so long.” Suguru admits in your ear, “Do you know how hard it was to not fuck you on your counter yesterday? How hard it was to not throw you over my shoulder and drag you to your bed earlier when I saw you?”

Oh

His words go straight to your core. You moan as he sucks on your neck. His confession makes your brain short circuit. It seems so out of the question that he would be into you. For a year you had talked yourself out of talking to him because you thought he didn’t want you.

“I would have let you-!” You answer his rhetorical questions.

That makes him pick up his pace and groan into your neck. You have a grip on his back as his dick hits your g-spot over and over and over again. You know that there are scratches left by your nails on his back.Your legs are trembling as your impending orgasm is about to hit.

“Can- fuck- can I cum inside?” Suguru asks you.

“Please-!” You whine out as you bury your face in his neck.

“Don’t hide from me angel- I want to see you.” He says and stares at you with nothing short of awe as you pull your head back to look him in the eyes. “Just like that, good girl-”

You can’t tell what makes you cum, his words or his repeated hitting of your g-spot but the coil in your stomach snaps and you feel so good. Suguru keeps going, fucking you through your orgasm as your legs tremble around him. You are on cloud nine as his hips stutter and he cums in you.

For a minute you two just breathe. The only sound in the room is your heart beat and laboured breathing. Suguru recovers first. He gets off you to get a towel to clean up and some water. You are sitting up when he gets back and you clean up.

“Stealing my clothes already?” He asks with a laugh as you pull on his band t-shirt.

“It smells like you.” You say with a shrug and crawl into bed with him.

“Do I smell good?” He asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah,” You cuddle up to him. “Like smoke with hints of lavender.”

“I guess I can’t change my shampoo then.” He says and rests his head on top of yours.

“Otherwise we might have a problem.” You say with a sleepy giggle.

“How scary angel.”

You don’t respond because you feel your eyes shut and sleep drags you under its waves.

When you wake up Suguru isn’t beside you. You look over at the side of bed he was sleeping on to see it empty. Sitting up abruptly you look around the room for any sign of him but his jeans aren’t on your floor anymore.

You scramble out of bed.

Did the potion somehow last longer than intended and it is just now wearing off?

The door to your room is open as you rush out of it. But you relax as you see Suguru standing on your balcony. He is visibly arguing with someone and has a cigarette in his hands which he is pointing at the person in question.

You walk to the sliding glass door.

“-you should have given me prior warning asshole!” Suguru says and lights up the cigarette.

Opening the door he blinks over at you.

“Suguru?” You ask and slip out onto the balcony.

“‘morning angel.” He says and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him.

You relax into his side and look over at the man on the balcony next to yours. He is tall with wild white hair and blue eyes. His eyes are bright and his smile is wide as he looks at you.

“Oh!” You say as you remember who this is, “You must be Suguru’s roommate!”

“The one and only!” He responds cheerfully.

“Satoru Gojo.” He introduces himself and stretches out a hand for you to shake.

You introduce yourself and shake his hand with a smile, “Nice to meet you Gojo.”

“Well-” Gojo says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I have to go check on my study buddy, have fun!”

Suguru just rolls his eyes as Gojo walks back into his apartment. You give him a little wave as he disappears. After he is gone you turn to Suguru who shakes his head at his friend.

“That poor TA, he will never hear the end of this.” Suguru says more to the air than you.

He catches your confused look and explains, “Satoru has been trying to get into the pants of our English classes TA for months now, poor guy must have finally agreed so Satoru kicked me out.”

“At least it was good for you that I let you stay over.” You say with a grin.

“You are very generous.” He responds, matching your grin.

“I do expect some repayment,” You tease, “people can’t think that I am a pushover.”

Suguru puts out his cigarette.

“Oh?” He asks and turns toward you, “and what may that be?”

You hum, pretending to think about it.

“Breakfast would be nice…” You suggest trailing off as you turn to walk back into your apartment, his hand in yours. “Unless you have a better idea?”

“I have many ideas.”