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fanfic blog (lads & jjk), but we get distracted. meta analysis, theories, hcs, crack taken seriously...
masterlist is still on here & updated, no longer pinned bc I do not want anyone to feel obligated to read my fics lmfao. We can play toys regardless I prommy <3 I know they're weird and off-putting. I know they aren't well-written. I know that I have too many stories in my head and what matters most 2 me is that they are written.
you'll find a lot of disabled characters (especially gn reader-inserts), hurt/comfort, wound care, lots of aroace relationships, occasional smut, omegaverse stuff...
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sukuna grinding his cock up into you in the middle of a frat party, lazily rolling his hips up to hit that sweet spot and keeping your back pressed against your chest as he murmured in your ear, "you gonna moan?"
shaking your head no to stop yourself from whimpering at the weight of his forearm wrapped possessively around your waist while drunk frat bros passed you by, chatting about stupid shit and gawking at sorority girls and totally clueless to the way you were getting ruthlessly stretched out around your situationship's thick cock.
"y-you wish," you quietly insisted, biting down on the bottom of your lip just for him to laugh at you, your skirt flipped up as your lace thong started to chaff against the inside of your thigh.
"i do," he hummed, his teeth grazing against the inside of your throat. "want them to know who's fucking you like this."
"no thanks," you huffed at him, trying your hardest to keep a straight face when he was intent to keep you squirming on his lap. no one else needed to know what you shared. which you were sure should just be sex. no matter what either of you said in the heat of the moment. "m'not yours."
synopsis: sent to get the scoop on a strange cult popping up in a small city near you, you're surprised to discover the (moth)man behind it has more than just charm hiding behind his sly smile. but debunking the local cryptid sightings will be harder than you thought when you're sharing a bed with him!
pairing: mothman!Geto x journalist!Reader
content: mdni, mystery and angst, MATURE CONTENT AND THEMES OKAY!!, reader is an investigative journalist, cult leader!geto in a different font lol, violence and murder, genuinely evil sukuna AND gojo, being bound and restrained, kidnapping, yandere behavior, suguru saves the day
The screaming stopped almost as soon as it started.
"I thought you said this place was soundproof."
"Do you want to die now?" Sukuna snarled, and you couldn't stop yourself from snickering at him as some awfully loud sound practically vibrated the basement he brought you to.
His free hand reached for your bleeding thigh, fingers digging into the fresh wound to twist your mocking into a moan of pain.
But you clamped your lips shut to muffle it, refusing to give him the joy of your anguish when your brain was clinging to the faint chance that this wasn't going to end the way he wanted it to.
You had no proof.
Nothing other than naive faith that Suguru had come to save you.
It did bring you a little bit of peace knowing if Sukuna killed you here, he might just be following close behind you.
Surely, a guy who ran a secret cult in the middle of fucking nowhere wouldn’t be opposed to murder or at least seriously maiming someone if he had come.
Especially for the crime of betraying his trust. Or stealing the woman he slept with.
You weren't all that sure how Suguru felt about you. He seemed to fully believe that you were really just going to fuck off and flee after your night together.
Either way, you were fairly convinced it wouldn’t be your problem anymore.
With how much your leg hurt right now, how wet it felt beneath his shoddy patch-up job, you weren't totally convinced that you'd survive even if Sukuna didn't strangle you or stab you again. Darkness creeping in the edges of your vision, head swimming and stuffed with fuzz as you forced yourself to focus on his face, working up just enough saliva in your mouth so you could spit right on his nose.
His huff of disgust brought you a little bit of comfort, your mouth curling up in contentment as he let go of your cheek to wipe it away.
"You goddamn bitch-"
"He's coming for you," you swallowed hard, chest heaving as every breath you sucked in made your lungs strain and ache.
"He's not here," Sukuna snapped at you, but his dark eyes darted where you guessed the door was.
You couldn't bring yourself to glance back at it.
Not when you didn't think you could live much longer if Suguru disappointed you.
"You can't seriously think anyone will save you," Sukuna continued to scoff, his jaw locked tight as he tried to seem all strong and tough, chest puffed out as you squinted at him. He used to terrify you. Occupied your nightmares and haunted your shadows.
But he was just a human, wasn't he?
Suguru was something more.
You should've known your cult leader would never let you go.
The door broke off the hinges, hitting the floor as your heart rattled around against your rib cage, stalling as Sukuna aprubtly let go of you.
“Don’t look," an achingly familiar voice warned.
Suguru didn’t have to tell you twice.
Sukuna tried to throw some weak insult back at him, standing to put up a pointless fight. Beginning to avert your gaze down before deciding to just scrunch your eyes shut entirely, wishing you could cover your ears as a sick wet crunch rang out and shut your former flame up.
For good.
Trembling as you tried to shut out the noise, focusing on the pain just to push away the panic pulsing through you. The primal part of you that wanted nothing more than to curl up in a tiny ball and disappear, shivering as you attempted to convince yourself that Suguru wasn't the one to be scared of here.
The silence that came afterwards was almost worse though.
When you realized the only person having a hard time breathing was you.
"You're shaking," Suguru's honeyed voice broke the tension, but you couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes. To blink up at him when you were sure all you'd see was blood.
He clicked his tongue, and it wasn't until you felt a tug on your collar that you realized it was with quietly simmering rage, just for the weight around your neck to disappear in an instant. Ripped off without a second of hesitation. Destroying the restraints that bound you like it was nothing to him.
You felt his warmth before his actual touch, his fingers tracing tenderly over your arm before he sighed - and scooped you up.
Effortlessly lifting you into his arms, cradling your head close to his chest like he didn't want to risk you seeing the scene he created anyway.
“It hurts,” you heard yourself whine, bottom lip quivering just for him to press a gentle kiss there. Not shushing you, you supposed, but more of a show that he was here.
That you were safe.
Sukuna had been wrong.
Someone had come to save you after all. Someone cared enough to stop him too.
“I know,” Suguru murmured softly, his soothing voice washing over you. "Open your eyes for me."
No.
Shaking your head as much as you could, burying your face deeper into his shirt while he tutted his tongue disapprovingly at you.
"Angel," he scolded, and tears you couldn't stand were welling back up in your eyes. Weakness creeping in and clouding your judgement as you stubbornly refused to crack your eyes open to take a peek.
"I can't," your voice cracked.
Your head hurt. Your leg hurt. Every piece of you felt like it was on the precipice of crumbling, on the brink of breaking down despite how right it felt to be back in his arms. Sheltered in his sturdy embrace as he took you out of what might have been your grave if it hadn't been for him.
You had spent a life trying to be shatterproof.
Invincible. Immune to fear or fury.
Taking whatever came at you without cracking. But fuck, you were tired. Tired of the fighting and the fucking up and fumbling for control that was never yours to have.
“Hold on for me, okay? I’m taking you home,” Suguru did his best to comfort you through it, but your breath hitched, shaky and unsure as you felt your heart start to slow. Every thump of it pushing more blood back out of your wound, your leg growing more damp by the second as the sticky blood trickled down your thigh. “You can’t fall asleep.”
All his scolding didn't stop you from drifting off anyway.
A faint voice in your head thankful that at least you got to hear his voice one more time before you went. Got to feel his hands on your clammy skin, wrapped up in his warmth for a final moment.
You honestly didn't think you'd be waking up again.
"Wake up, pretty girl."
"I'm supposed to be dead," you groaned, gritting your teeth as you slowly came to in freshly laundered sheets, blinking up just to be damn near blinded by how bright it was. Daylight streaming through as you lifted an exhausted arm to cover your face, wincing at how sore your entire body felt.
"Too bad," Suguru wryly replied, and you finally forced yourself to pull your arm down enough to peek at him.
He was sitting on that armchair of his, pulled right by the bedside as he stared at you with furrowed brows. His antennas twitching too, wings shrugged down close to his side as he rested his chin on his fist.
A childish piece of you wanted to take the pillow out from underneath your head and throw it at him.
"What happened?" You croaked, your throat painfully dry as you made yourself look back down at the wrinkled blankets on your lap.
"I took care of the vultures," he grimaced, disgust dripping from his every word as he scooted the chair closer.
About to grab your hand before you slipped it back underneath the blanket.
“I’m mad at you,” you mumbled into the pillow, rolling away like it would make you feel less pathetic. “You let Gojo lock me up.”
A snake had been slithering around right under his nose. And you were the one to pay the price for his scheming - your own too, technically.
“I’m sorry,” he softly replied, getting up to perch on the edge of the bed and tenderly pet your head. “I could tell something was wrong, but I wanted to see what he’d do. If I’d known-"
"That he was going to sell me off to a sociopath?" You blurted out, brain throbbing inside your skull as you squinted to see if there was a cup of water on the nightstand.
"I shouldn't have trusted him," he admitted. "Not with you."
"Why does it matter?" You shrugged, squirming to make sure you could still move both legs, curling your toes just to confirm that you were good. "It's not like I'm your girlfriend."
Just a pet under his protection. A journalist who bit off far more than she could chew - and got a story she didn't know if she even wanted to write anymore.
Not when you were far too biased to string together the proper sentences to divulge a tale that was suddenly so much more personal than you ever intended it to be.
It wasn't about his cult anymore. Not a biography of how he'd become a god in the flesh.
But about your failures and how he caught you before you could fall.
"I thought you were my mate."
Your shoulders went stiff. Heart skipping a beat as your fingers curled around the thin fabric. "Since when?"
"Since I had you," he easily retorted, heat rising under your cheeks at his calm assertion.
Should you argue with him after he saved your life?
Did you want to be his mate? What would that even entail? Having little babies with wings like his? Spending the rest of your life spoiled in his pretty temple? Become his right-hand person now that the position was currently vacant?
"I woke up to the scent of your blood," he confessed, a hint of fear betraying his usually confident voice. "I thought I lost you. I nearly ripped this place apart when I smelled them in that room-"
“Could you call my boss?” You swallowed hard as you interrupted him, the bed creaking as he stood up. You listened to the familiar pattern of his footsteps, too exhausted to crane your neck to watch him move until he came back into view. Holding a cup of tea he must have just poured, setting it by the bed before helping prop you up.
Moving stirred fresh pain, the kind of dull ache that pulsed and throbbed as you sat as straight as you could.
“I handled it,” he smoothly said.
"What about the cops? Or-"
"No one's going to miss either of them," Suguru sarcastically dismissed your worry, one hand on the small of your back before he lifted the cup up to your lips.
You took a few short sips, letting the warm liquid soothe your sore throat.
"He was going to tell them you killed me," you revealed, tilting your head to the side as you recalled Satoru's last bitter words.
"It doesn't matter now," Suguru muttered.
What did?
What were you supposed to do now when your career had almost cost you your life?
"I’m sorry,” you muttered, looking up in his dark eyes to find his hypnotic stare already honed in on you, fingers reaching up to cup your cheek, his thumb drifting down to trace the edge of your lips. "I wasn't going to leave you."
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaning over to put the teacup back up.
"The only thing you should worry about right now is healing," he hummed.
How long would that take?
You didn't need him to spiritually guide you or anything, but you weren't sure what to do when you needed a man to get you out. Even if he was part moth.
Maybe eventually, you'd be able to mentally figure yourself out.
But would you get stuck with physical proof of it? Scarred inside and out?
You knew you should lay back down. But you couldn't stop yourself from kicking the blanket away from your legs, scowling as you peeled back the edge of the thick bandage he'd wrapped around your thigh.
"Don't-"
Sukuna had been telling the truth when he said he carved you up.
A crude 'S' dug into your soft flesh, a mark you sincerely doubted would go away no matter how much time you gave it.
Your stomach dropped at the sight of it, but you refused to let all the feelings Sukuna wanted you to drown in sink in. None of the disgust. None of the fear.
He wanted you to think of him every single time you looked down, or saw your reflection in the mirror.
You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"I ordered scar gel online," Suguru softly said, trying to offer comfort you strangely weren't sure you needed.
"They deliver out here?" You tried to joke, your mouth curling up in a small smile.
And when he smiled back, all sweet and subtle, you could convince yourself that despite everything else, this could still work out.
You could still be okay.
"You must not be hurting too bad if you're teasing me," he dryly commented, sliding closer.
"Mm, I think I'm going to need to be taken care of for a while," you shrugged, faking a little cringe as you shuffled back further in the bed. "Preferably by a handsome man."
"I'm at your service," he winked at you.
How many girls could say they had a man with devotees solely devoted to them?
You leaned forward, ignoring the stabbing pain still scattering around your head stop you from pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his crooked smirk.
"You know, I thought you still had questions for me," he cocked a brow up, slipping his fingers through your hair to tilt your face back up towards him when you started to pull back.
"A thousand," you nodded.
But they could wait.
And this time, the questions would be all yours. No need for an audience to consider. Your attention was all his.
You supposed it might be a good thing Suguru started with an S too.
reblogs + comments are always greatly appreciated <3 oviposition final chapter next :3
I need secret times that's just the Li singing lullabies lmfao I keep. replaying immobilized for Sylus's 2 lines. also he's rly funny in that one I love them so much....
might fuck around and write sylusmc blood transfusions 🫣
in the vampire myth tho do u think they could like. have just. hooked their veins up to each other. I mean they wouldn't have bc sylus likes the taste of blood and all but wouldn't it be more effective if their blood was just circulating between 2 bodies? orrrrr is digesting it by mouth important. idk
phlebotomist sylus has such a hold on me ig Choso was not enough
Okay so I made a list of 30 (well, 29 actually) prompts I am releasing into the wild. The point of this is that at least one of the participants are not having a good time.
It has 30 prompts for November but feel free to write and post whenever, but please add the tag #No one nuts November or #NoonenutsNovember wherever you post. You do not have to @ or credit this blog if you use any of these prompts.
(Text version under the cut)
1. Safeword
2. Sub/dom drop
3. Loosing intrest halfway through
4. Trying something that doesn't work
5. Medical emergency (bonus points: it happens during bondage)
6. Bad/failed orgasm
7. Should have safeworded
8. "Wait, it's not supposed to hurt?"
9. "Let's never try that again."
10. Sex so bad they break up after
11. Realistic shower sex
12. Incompatible kinks
13. Threw up on that thang
14. Can't get hard/wet/aroused
15. Says wrong persons name during sex
16: ugly crying/overwhelmed
17: "I remembered you being better at this"/"I'm not impressed."/"I've had better."/"You're not hung chill"
18: Allergic reaction/cut off circulation
19. Dirty talk/degradation gets too real
20. Ignored/missed a safeword
21. Random horny confession that kills the mood for the other person/people
22. "No really, that's not going to fit."
23. Fire alarm goes off/interrupted by a third party
24. Pushing themselves into sex they aren't ready for
25. Sex toy gets stuck
26. Only one person having fun/agreeing to boring sex
27. Couple brings in a bad 3rd
28. Sex in a bad location
29. Sex so bad it kills you/one of the participants dies
