AN: I just wanted to try something new, Sukuna's part is inspired on "Lights Out" by Navessa Allen.
Dividers by @lariesographic âĄ
Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna
Mention of: Nanaka & Momoka, Yuji, Uraume
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Cw: mention of cigarettes,Modern!AU, Star!AU, Personal assistant!reader x Model, Fan!reader x Tiktoer, Cult Leader x Cult member!reader, death threats, unhealthy power relations (Suguru ver.), isolation (Suguru ver.), Stalking (Sukuna ver.), Kidnappinng (Sukuna ver.), NSFWish in Sukuna's Part
(Please take care of your health and do not consume too much of these things; this is a fictional story and should not serve as an example of normal and balanced consumption of these substances).
Satoru x Personal assistant
It's a peaceful morning, the air is still cool, the sun is just breaking through the wall of clouds, casting a warm, soft light on the mountains, and a fresh breeze blows through your hair through the open car window. Your gaze slowly shifts to the clipboard on your lap, which is covered with an inhuman number of to-dos.
This list wasn't yours, however, but that of the 6'3" tall young man sitting next to you in the back seat. His crystal-blue eyes met yours as you turned your head toward him. Ever since you started being his personal assistant, he'd developed the habit of staring at you at every opportunity. "Mr. Gojo, we'll be there in five minutes, please be patient." His pink lips curled into a pout, and his arms folded. "You're supposed to call me Satoru, how many times do I have to say it?" But before he could pout any further, you interrupted him, "...You know perfectly well that I'm not allowed to do that, Mr. Gojo, it's in my employment contract."
A defeated sigh escaped him. "It would be so nice to hear my name from you." He then let his head fall onto your shoulder, his snow-white hair tickling your neck. You've been going through this for seven months now; you're the personal assistant of Satoru Gojo, the most famous model in all of Japan.
You love your job, yes, but Satoru doesn't always make it easy for you; sometimes he drives you to the brink of despair. To his fans, he may seem like a playful, flirty, and confident young man, but none of them get to experience his mood swings except for his management and you.
You weren't the first assistant Satoru had, but amazingly, you were the first to stick around this long, which is perhaps why he became so clingy from the fifth month onward. You had to go to another room to get something? He was immediately Behind you, he didn't care if he was having a photoshoot at the same time. He has a public appearance? You're forced to be with him; who else is going to protect him from the fans? (Which he could do himself). It's gotten to the point where almost every Instagram post is about you, every post with you in the tag list, and every TikTok video is about you. It's even gotten to the point where his fans are spamming your social media, from asking about your job to sending death threats from jealous fans. In public appearances, Satoru started putting his hand on you, either on your back, hip, or around your shoulders. He seemed to do it reflexively and not even realize it; he handled it so normally.
And then there was the thing with his eyes: when he was talking to others, they were often bored and had a dull tone, but when his attention was focused on you, he seemed... You were wide awake, and your eyes shone brighter than ever before. Even his best friends, Shoko and Suguro, noticed and teased Satoru about it. Satoru, however, didn't mind; he made no secret of the fact that he was attracted to you, while you had no idea.
Your gaze lifted as the car came to a stop and you arrived at a house on the beach. You got out of the car with Satoru, the salty sea air blowing through your hair, your eyes wandering along the beach. "I haven't been here in ages," you thought to yourself. You looked at Satoru, who was holding your things out of the car. "I can take my things now, Mr. Gojo," you said, but he ignored you and headed off to the beach house with your belongings. Right, you and Satoru were spending three days together in this house filming a collaboration. The house was comfortably furnished, but you didn't have long before Satoru had to leave for the shoot of the collaboration with a surfing magazine.
In the evening, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep on the couch and you covered him with the blanket before you could get into bed yourself. In the morning, you woke up with an overwhelming warmth. When your eyes opened, you saw a pair of arms wrapped around you. A large chest was pressed against yours, and you could feel the defined muscles beneath his tank top. It was Satoru lying next to you, and you let out a soft sigh. "When did he come in here?" you wondered. "I missed you, please don't leave me alone," a rough voice murmured behind you. At these words, mixed with that rough morning voice, a blush rose to your face. Defeated, you nodded. "Well, fine, but we have to get up." A soft whine escaped his, and he pulled you closer. "Five more minutes, please." After a brief back and forth, you surrendered, and his warmth sent you back to dreamland. No sooner had you woken up than the midday sun was high in the sky.
Full of alarm, you jumped out of bed. "Why didn't you wake me up, alarm clock!" When you checked your phone, you saw that all the alarms were off; Satoru had his hand in it. As you frantically got ready, you came out to see that Satoru had finished filming his collaboration for the day.
His eyes lit up when he saw you. "Good morning!" But then he panicked when he noticed your anger. "Come on, you were exhausted and needed your sleep!" "I was just worried about you." With these words, the anger that had been building up in your chest dissipated. Your shoulders slumped. "I- that's really kind of you, Mr. Go-...Satoru." His expression immediately lit up. "You called me Satoru!" His mood was so good that he finished filming the entire collaboration in one day. While Satoru was filming, you had a chance to check your social media, and when you did, your Instagram was flooded. What you saw was a post from Satoru vonndie sleeping in his arms and a comment from Sukuna "You lucky bastard".
Cult Leader!Suguru x Cult Member
Suguru Geto was a well-known influencer on Instagram, where he shared glimpses of his daily life within his "community" through his stories. Suguru was known for helping people in need and for being a generous man. However, there were cracks in his facade that only members of his community could see. And whenever a new member was introduced, they were always greeted with enthusiasm.
And that's how you came across Suguru Geto's cult, after watching a live stream of one of his speeches to his followers. You had a rough life; you ran away from your parents early, had to live in a social housing project, and escaped an extremely toxic relationship. Seeing the stream in your room gave you a glimmer of hope to escape this shithole of a life, so you decided to contact Suguru, hoping to become part of his community. In doing so, you chose to ignore the criticism that it was a cult and involved unhealthy power dynamics. For you, there was only that tiny light of hope desperately clinging to your heart, trying not to go out. To protect it, you had to ignore all doubts and other negative thoughts, facts, and feelings to preserve your happiness.
What you didn't know was that Suguru Geto already had you on his radar. With a fake Instagram account, he'd been tracking your account from its inception until now. He was obsessed with you and was just waiting for the day you'd message him. He doesn't even know when it started, but he knows he needed you. After a stream, he walked through the halls of his estate. Everyone saw him as some kind of savior, something divine, but he despised each of them and called them "Filthy Monkeys" among his closest friends. In front of his followers, however, he maintained a gentle and calm smile, only to lure them deeper into submission. And then he received a message on Instagram from you. And, of course, he wasted no time in bringing you to his estate.
Barely any time had passed since you messaged Suguru on Instagram when you received a message from him, an invitation to his estate where he lives with his community. "That was fast," you thought, but the joy of receiving an invitation so quickly made all your doubts disappear. The next day, as you left your apartment, a pretty young woman about Suguru's age was waiting for you. "Are you (name)?" The young woman had long, straight brown hair and matching brown eyes, accentuated by dark circles. A mole was located directly under her left eye, and the faint scent of tobacco wafted towards you. When you realized who was standing before you, you were truly surprised: it was Shoko Eiri, the most famous female doctor in Japan. Shoko briefly studied you as you gave her a somewhat shy nod in response. "I'm Shoko Eiri. Suguru sent me to drive you to his estate, and since I have to go in that direction anyway, I can drop you off there. And please, feel free to call me Shoko." Suguru had asked Shoko to pick you up? A tingling sensation washed over me. "Thank you, that's really kind of you." The drive was peaceful; a song played softly in the background on the radio, creating a cozy atmosphere. "You rarely go out, huh? I've noticed that you're fascinated by seeing your surroundings." Shoko was right about that, and since you felt so unusually calm with her, you told her why.
Shoko's gaze filled with pity; she knew perfectly well that Suguru harbored an unhealthy obsession with you, and even his best friend Satoru couldn't dissuade him. Since Suguru didn't trust Satoru to drive you to him without the model making a pass at you, he asked Shoko if she could drive you. With a sense of unease, she agreed. She was also Suguru's personal physician and that of his followers, so this was a good opportunity to learn more about you, your lifestyle, and your state of health.
After a while, the high-rise buildings, clubs, restaurants, and everything else urban gave way to the countryside. Beautiful landscapes stretched out, and towering mountains with snow-white peaks rose up. The sun smiled down on you joyfully, and clouds drifted by like cotton candy. Shoko noticed how you slowly drifted into a state of daydreaming, a state she didn't want to disturb. When you returned from your reverie to reality, you saw a large estate in the traditional Japanese styleâthe estate of Suguru Geto. And no sooner had you thought of his name than your (E/C) colored eyes met his purple eyes. Suguru Geto stood there in his full 6'2" height, his long, straight black hair falling down his back, his large frame covered by the traditional clothing familiar from his public appearances, and two little girls on either side of him. To his left stood a girl with short brown hair, holding a doll with a rope around its neck. To his right stood a girl with short blond hair, clinging to Suguru's clothing. Both were curiously eyeing the car, wondering who might be inside.
Geto moved before you could as Shoko got out of the car. Just as she was about to open the door for you, Suguru got there first, beaming with enthusiasm. "Finally, you're here (Name)! I've been so happy to finally meet you!" This exuberant manner was new to you; someone so delighted to see you was someone who usually just avoided you. Suguru held you out of the car, his large hand gripping yours firmly but gently. "I'm so glad to meet you all." "Now now, no need to be so formal, just call me Suguru, please do that for me, okay?" His gentle manner made you feel quite embarrassed, so you nodded in agreement. "Very good, you've already met Shoko, she's also our personal doctor here, since she's the only one I trust." Then he turned to the two girls who were looking at you with wide eyes. "These are my daughters, Mimiko and Nanako. They're shy, but I'm sure you'll get along well." After the brief introduction, he escorted you inside. Everything was spacious and cozy, decorated in dark colors. Mimiko walked to your right and had her free hand on yours. She and her sister must have been about six years old. Her grip was strong, as if she were afraid you might leave at any moment. You wondered why. After a while, you arrived in the large room where all the members were gathered. They were waiting. on you, and then that Suguru would introduce you, and he did.
Suguru wasn't filming this live; he didn't want the public to see you. Only he and his followers were allowed to. "My dear friends, (Name) is now a part of us, so please be kind." The mood shifted from joy to awkwardness as they noticed Suguru's expression when someone tried to approach you; he didn't like it. He decided to take you to a room, one right next to his. He had prepared everything, a room that was perfect for you, in your favorite colors, with a large, comfortable bed and a gift on the bedspread. As Suguru brought you in with his daughters, he smiled again. "This is for you. I hope you're happy." When you opened the gift, it was a traditional robe made of the finest fabrics; it was the perfect complement to the one Suguru was wearing. Suguru observed your reaction, noticing every tiny movement. "Suguru, I can't possibly accept this," he said. "I insist," he interrupted. "This is for you. I want you to never feel alone and rejected again, so accept it. Let me show you how much you deserve in this world."
Days, weeks, and months passed. During that time, Suguru isolated you from the others, explaining that only he and a select few were allowed to see you. Most of the time you were with Suguru. In the robe he gave you on the first day, you seemed like his soulmate, his counterpart, completing both him and you. When he was busy, you spent time with Mimiko and Nanako, who began to refer to you as their second parent. It was sweet, but they were both more subtle than your father. They didn't let on how attached they were to you; they hated it when other members tried to steal your attention, so they always took you to places where you could be alone. And Shoko was the next person Suguru allowed to see you, because it was for your health. She did everything she could to keep you mentally stable.
Today was a rainy day. Suguru was busy with his stream, Mimiko and Nanako were at school, and Shoko had an important meeting in town. Other members kept their distance, afraid of being punished if they got too close. So you wandered alone around the garden until you sat down by the pond, the pretty koi keeping you peacefully company.
"What are you doing here all alone?" A young man's unfamiliar voice broke the silence. Crystal-blue eyes, snow-white hair, and a confident smile. He was attractive, yet not a face you recognized from around here, but rather one from fashion magazines. "May I sit with you?" Satoru Gojo would likely keep you company for a while.
Masked Tiktoker!Sukuna x Fan
Ryomen Sukuna, also known as masked_demonking, was a TikToker with an extremely large following. He uploaded videos of himself in a mask, often featuring highly suggestive content such as thirst traps. Sukuna didn't consider this a profession; it was more of a hobby. In reality, he worked as a tattoo artist and earned a decent living. Nevertheless, he found the various reactions to his videos interesting. Some loved them, while others called him a show-off and found it appalling. But regardless of opinion, it brought him views. Some of his clients even commented, "My tattoo artist had the same tattoos on his arms," ââwhich made him grin.
One day during his lunch break, he went to a cafe and saw someone there, a cute person who seemed about to breakâyou. So Sukuna decided to talk to you, and fuck, you were even more attractive up close than from a distance. "Can I buy you a coffee?" That was unusual for him; he doesn't usually care about other people, except for the babysitters who look after his five-year-old nephew Yuji when he's horny and on a date. But this time, Sukuna wasn't driven by his urges but by genuine interest. What Sukuna didn't know? You'd been following his TikTok account for months now, and fuck, yes, you recognized the tattoos immediately.
It all started months ago when a friend of yours showed you the TikTok account of a masked guy who calls himself masked_demonking. At first, you made fun of him, but that initial amusement turned into interest. His defined muscles, veins, his large handsâone of which could easily fit around your neckâand his tattoos, the black ink, made him seem so majestic. And so your interest in him grew until now, sitting with him, watching him introduce himself as Sukuna Ryomen and invite you for coffee.
Over the days, Sukuna tracked your entire online presence and, after some research, discovered which of his videos you liked the most, how long you'd been following him, and how often you checked his account each day. He quickly learned where you lived, what your favorite food was, and which flowers and snacks you liked. He hacked into your home to watch you around the clock.
One day, a man stood before you with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and some snacks. His hair was short, snow-white with red streaks. He looked tired but politely handed you the gift. "I didn't order this," he said. "I know it's a gift," the young man replied, giving you no time to wait before moving on; he seemed to be in a hurry. Sukuna watched everything silently on his laptop and grinned when he saw how pleased you were.
Uraume was on his way back to the Ryomen estate. Since he'd been hired, Sukuna hadn't needed a babysitter. Uraume had noticed how his master's behavior had changed and didn't know what to make of it. Sukuna was obsessed with you, stalking you, and now sending him out to give you gifts, just because Sukuna had spoken to you once. Uraume picked Yuji up from kindergarten and went with him back to the estate where Sukuna was already waiting. "(Name) will be coming for dinner tonight and staying overnight." A vein was visible on Uraume's head, but who was he to argue? "Master, of course." With a bow, Uraume went to prepare everything.
You had dressed up for the evening and packed a small bag with your things. Yes, it was risky, but somehow you trusted Sukuna that nothing would happen, and what could he do if even his nephew was there? So you set off for his estate, which was secluded in the countryside, and the same young man who had brought you the flowers that same afternoon greeted you at the entrance. "Good evening, Mr/Ms (Last Name), Master Ryomen is expecting you. My name is Uraume." Inside, Uraume took your things and carried them to a room before leading you to the dining room. "Wow, you're beautiful!" A small boy, no more than five years old, stood before you. "I'm Yuji, and you're probably the person my uncle fell in love with!" Yuji's openness made you smile; he was curious and full of joie de vivre. "It's so nice to meet you, Yuji. I'm (name)." You had barely finished your sentence when you felt a large figure behind you as Yuji, laughing, fled to his seat.
Sukuna initially looked down at you coldly as you turned to him. Strong arms were crossed, making his biceps even more visible, and his black shirt clung so tightly that it didn't take much imagination to guess the size of his muscles. "Eyes are cute up here." A deep laugh escaped him as your face flushed red when you found yourself staring at his chest. "Sorry, Yuji's a bit exuberant."
Dinner went smoothly, and Yuji was then put to bed by Uraume. You and Sukuna spent a long time together. "I know you're masked_demonking."Â Sukuna wasn't shocked but grinned, "And I know you bought my Patreon video." Busted. One thing led to another. In a phase of hot kisses, touches that triggered a shockwave of emotions within you, and sounds only Sukuna could hear thanks to the soundproof room, Sukuna gradually gave you more and more to drink. The bitter taste was quickly smothered by the taste of lust that dripped from his tongue like honey. The rest of the night was shrouded in a thick fog, because when you woke up the next morning, strong arms adorned with tattoos were wrapped around you.
You tried to remember something, but you couldn't remember anything, not even your life before that night. Sukuna lifted his head. "(Name)?" Sukuna immediately realized that his method had worked and inwardly thanked his ancestors for it. "Can't you remember anything?" A shake of the head confirmed his suspicion. "Oh my love, you're with me."
From then on, your new life as Sukuna's partner began, and the TikTok account? Deleted. Your online accounts? Deleted. From then on, a new chapter of your life was about to begin. While Sukuna was at work, you could do whatever you wanted. You often helped Uraume with tasks and looked after Yuji when he was home.
One weekend, you were sitting in the living room with Sukuna while Yuji sat on your lap, looking at a book. Sukuna had her arm around your waist when a young man was let in by Uraume. Long, smooth black hair cascaded from his shoulders, purple pupils scanned the room, and a serene smile graced his face as Sukuna spoke. "Nice to see you again, my old friend, Suguru Geto."
