head chef!sukuna who would always save a little extra fries or ice cream just for you, even if he pretended like it just happened to be left over. he'd make sure you ate enough during your breaks, wouldn't let you leave the kitchen till you had something in your stomach. he'd grumble every time you asked him to cook something for you but he never refused.
head chef!sukuna who absolutely despised when other waiters flirted with you in front of him. he hated it even more when a customer got too handsy or made a few too many unwanted comments towards you. the other chefs would have to hold him back from fighting them with his bare hands. if he managed to land a few punches on them after they left, it was none of his co-workers' business.
head chef!sukuna who would share cigarettes with you outside the restaurant when your shifts are done. he'd light yours for you, watch your face through the smoke. if he was in a particularly good mood he'd buy you a drink. he'd always drive you home himself regardless, didn't like the idea you taking the bus or walking the streets alone at night.
head chef!sukuna who would notice you glancing at his forearms, tattoos when he rolled up his sleeves, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks. he never hid his own gaze either, shamelessly staring at your legs in your skirt as you walked by or the way your shirt clung to your chest. even though you would roll your eyes when you caught him, he knew you were secretly pleased you caught his attention.
head chef!sukuna who would purposely give himself tiny injuries so you could fuss over him when you noticed. he liked the way your eyes would widen with worry at every small cut or burn on his hands, how unafraid you were to scold him for being careless. after you stuck bandaids on his bruises, he'd only pull you right back again, whisper in your ear to kiss them all better.
head chef!sukuna who woke you up at his place during wekeends with the smell of freshly made breakfast of all your favourites. you'd pad to the kitchen in his shirt, wrap your arms from behind and watch him cook over his broad shoulders. he'd lift pieces of food into your mouth with his hand, his gaze intense as you slowly licked off each of his fingers, feigning innocence. it would only be a matter of time before he'd curse, pick you up and take you back to his bed again, determined to not let you leave as you laughed.
✧.* a/n: might need to write a full fic ab this soon, he's so sexy ugh ✧.*
you smacked the back of satoru's head weakly. "shut up."
the two of you walked down the street to your house after a long day at school. afternoon sunlight shone down mercilessly, making your uniform stick to your skin with sweat. when you had nearly fallen from how exhausted and hot you were, satoru had cursed under his breath and simply carried you like a sack of potatoes. now he walked with you on his back, clinging like a koala to his neck as he held your thighs.
your head lolled to the side and satoru jostled you with his arms. "c'mon princess, don't faint back there. i can't have you on top of me, you'll crush my poor bones."
you only let out a small, pathetic whine, not even bothering to retort to what he said. your vision started to blur. the heat was genuinely unbearable, weighing your limbs down and muddling your brain.
"shit." satoru must have realized you weren't simply making a fuss over nothing. he quickened his pace towards the front yard of your house. "hey, we're almost there, okay?" he muttered to you, feet hitting the ground faster.
once he made it to the open gate of your house, he called out for your parents. you barely registered him laying you down on the porch as you faintly heard loud voices. consciousness drifted in and out of you, like a dream you kept falling into. you almost went under when suddenly, a gush of water splashed onto your face with no warning.
you sputtered and gasped, choking out whatever you'd managed to get in your throat, immediately wide awake. your uniform shirt soaked through. firm hands gripped your shoulders and shook them. you blinked dumbly at satoru's face over yours. he looked frantic. your chest tightened as you saw the worry in his expression. yet once he saw you were fine, he calmed down, his hold on you relaxing.
"oh thank fuck."
"language, satoru," your mother sighed out of habit from the doorway, though she seemed relieved you weren't seriously hurt. "thank you for bringing her home."
satoru shrugged, cocky smirk now fully back on his face, feigning nonchalance. "oh it's nothing. she just doesn't eat at all or drink any water like you tell her to, of course she almost collapses."
you gaped at him incredulously. you knew he was trying to provoke your mother into loudly lecturing you again just to embarrass you. he simply looked away pretending to be innocent, which only aggravated you further. obviously his provocation worked.
"honestly, what am i to do with this girl?" your mother took the bait and lamented to him, forcing a glass of water in your hands. "she never listens to me. i just know once she goes off to college, she'd barely be able to keep herself alive."
"mom!"
"it's a good thing you're with her, satoru," your mother completely ignored you, still talking to your traitor. "you're the only one who can make sure her head's still on her shoulders. oh, i wish the two of you would just get married, it would at least make my heart rest easy."
blood rushed rapidly to your cheeks at her words, staining them bright red from more than just the sun. what was worse was that it wasn't even the first time she had brought it up. at that very moment you wished you had just passed out instead, sparing you from this conversation. much to your growing irritation, satoru only laughed, a little too loud for your liking.
"of course we will, we've been planning on it since kindergarten, haven't we, sweethea-"
you slapped a hand over his mouth, glaring as you flushed deeper. "no, we absolutely haven't. i'm leaving."
drinking the last of the water in your glass, you tried to get up to storm off into your room. yet you quickly felt dizzy all over again, stumbling over your feet. before you could catch something for support, satoru scooped you up into his arms again.
"not a chance, little lady. you're not gonna take a single step today. can't let my future wife fall without me there to catch her, can i?"
you wanted to scream. "satoru you stupid, arrogant-!"
your mother watched you both enter the house and go upstairs fondly as you were still kicking and cursing at him. she knew you wouldn't really push him away, had seen the way you gazed up at him, how your hands held on to him tightly in spite of your words.
the two of you could bicker and call each other names all you wanted; you could never truly hide how you felt for each other. maybe someday, she mused, the two of you would finally catch up and actually act on your feelings. if only you knew just how blind the both of you were.
✧.* a/n: not really a caleb fan, but icl he inspired bbf!gojo lowkey, they could be rlly similar imo. also leave comments pls i love reading them [begging emoji] ✧.*
spiderman!yuji who loved knocking on the window of your apartment during patrol nights. you'd quickly go to open the window with a smile, allowing him to slip inside your room. he'd stare at you in your tiny pajamas and pull you to him with a shot of his webs. he'd tug the bottom half of his mask up, peppering your face with kisses. you'd giggle, squirm, protest weakly, insist you had to study. it always ended in the two of you making out in your bed until he had to reluctantly leave, but not without a final smack of his lips on yours before leaping away.
spiderman!yuji who insisted on carrying you to places. he'd hold you tight in his arms, grin boyishly even through the mask and whisper to you to hold on tight. your arms held tightly around his neck as one of his secured your waist. you never dared to look down, hiding your face in his shoulder as he swung from building to building, wind whipping against your body. yet you still trusted him instinctively, knew in your heart he'd never let you fall.
spiderman!yuji who knew you liked his muscles and gazed at them constantly. he took any excuse to flex them, attempting and failing at subtlety. you would've laughed in his face if it hadn't actually worked in attracting you. he'd do pushups right when he knew you were looking, biting your lip unconsciously. it sometimes freaked you out how unnaturally strong he was, lifting people, cars, parts of fallen buildings like it was nothing. he loved showing off his strength to his pretty girl. every time he came to you with his mask off, sweaty, muscles bulging through the suit, he'd look pleased as you seemed on the verge of pouncing on him.
spiderman!yuji who would snicker to himself as he heard your friends loudly talk about his vigilante persona - how charming he was, what his real identity is, how handsome he surely must be. you'd only remark casually, trying to hide your blush as your boyfriend listened in from the table across in the cafeteria with a shit eating grin.
spiderman!yuji who always made sure you were safe during any attack. he searched for you first, carried you to someplace less dangerous. he'd tell you firmly to stay put, call out for him if you were in trouble. even during fights he'd somehow manage to keep an eye on you. something in his chest always pulled him back to you, no matter what he was up against. you'd brush his concerns off before he left, only told him to be careful and watch his back. he'd smile then, cocky and mischievous. "i can't lose when my girl's watching me."
you sighed. the weight of zukos arms around your body and his torso nearly crushing you from behind didn't let you move even an inch from his bed. sunlight poured in through the latticed windows in his chambers. you could already tell it was well past the time a respectable fire lord would start the day and commit to his imperial duties. unfortunately, the fire lord in question couldn't seem to care less.
squirming in his hold, you managed to turn just enough to face him. his eyes were stubbornly shut, dark locks of hair messily falling over his forehead and sprawling across the pillows. you flicked his nose gently after you were able to wrestle your arm out of his embrace. he frowned, clinging to you tighter, making you smile helplessly.
"we cannot stay here forever, you know," you murmured softly, now stroking his cheek with your thumb. he subconsciously leaned towards your touch, chasing your warmth.
"yes, we can." his tone was low, stubborn. you huffed out a laugh. the sound made him finally open his eyes. the love in his gaze was sometimes overwhelming. you flushed under the scrutiny, turning shy like the two of you were still newlyweds.
zuko suddenly shifted, propping himself up by his elbows and trapping you underneath. the change made you startle as you stared up at him with wide eyes and barely concealed amusement. he frowned at you childishly. giggling at his expression, you cupped his face.
"cruel woman," he accused, his voice still gruff from sleep. "you command me to leave this bed and yet you tempt me so," he buried his nose in your neck, nuzzling your skin. "how do you expect me to leave when you act like this?"
"i do not know what you mean, husband," you feigned innocence. as he looked back up at you, you kissed his lips, soft as a feather and grinned, your gaze fond. he stared blankly, then cursed, his head falling on to your chest.
"look at what you've done to me. i must punish you for daring to weaken the fire lord so shamelessly."
your arms immediately came up to wrap around him, heart swelling with affection. your fingers carded through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. taking it as encouragement, he cuddled even closer, as if he wanted your bodies to become one. just before the two of you could go back to sleep, however, a series of knocks fell on the wooden doors, making zuko immediately groan.
"go," you kissed his hair, breathing in its scent of jasmine and sandalwood. he lifted his head just to stare petulantly, making you laugh. "and when you're done by sunset, i'll be waiting for you right here."
"swear it," he reluctantly got up just enough to look at you properly. capturing your wrist, he pressed his lips to your arm, travelling from the hollow of your elbow till your palm. "you'll be the only thing i think of even as i leave these chambers."
you smiled contentedly and nodded. "i swear."
✧.* a/n: don't ask me why they talk like that, they just do ✧.*
you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. thick muscle marked with lines of dark ink rippled under your palms as you lathered more sunscreen onto sukuna's back.
the heat of the sun was almost oppressive outside the merciful shade of your umbrella fixed in the sand. if only your idiot husband understood that the very real danger of skin cancer did not make an exception for him.
"will you quit squirming? i'm almost done," you got up in a huff, spreading the residue left on your hands over your arms and thighs.
sukuna watched you from the corner of his eye. a soft whine left your lips as you stretched your limbs out, back arched in a curve that he simply couldn't look away from. his irritation with your idea to drag the two of you to the beach for a weekend only grew as he caught the stares and glances other men threw your way.
you remained oblivious, of course.
"wanna join me for a swim?" you turned to him with a cheeky smile, hands on your hips.
"not really," sukuna scoffed. "just stay here under the shade, it's too damn hot to even think."
all he wanted was to take a nap in blissful silence while you laid on his chest; let his hands roam your figure so the fuckers with the staring problem take the hint and look away.
the frown on your face nearly undid his resolve. "well, why are we even here then, if you're just going to sit on your ass the whole time?"
sukuna looked away. "wasn't my idea," he grumbled under his breath. "go swim if you want, i'm staying right here."
"dick."
it was very obvious that the sand you kicked onto him as you stormed off was not accidental. sukuna gazed at you stomping towards the shore with his brows furrowed.
guilt began to surface from deep in his chest along with exasperation, both at you and himself. why was he this weak over you?
sukuna sucked his teeth and got up with a growl. he cut an imposing figure - his muscular body lined with tattoos and faint scars from years ago, clad only in shorts that matched your pretty swimsuit.
he strode towards the water, eyes locked in on you still taking small steps in the shallow tide. before you could even turn around, his arms were already reaching for you.
with barely a hint of effort, sukuna grabbed your waist and threw you unceremoniously over his shoulder. he earned a loud shriek in return, your arms scrambling for purchase on his back. a few people turned in your direction, bewildered.
"put me down!" your fists beat his shoulders as you tried to hold in your laughter. sukuna kept walking forwards, the cold water now upto his muscular thighs.
"didn't you want to swim, brat?" he finally put you down in front of him. you glared weakly up at him, fighting the tug of your lips into a smile. sukuna stepped closer. "i'm not letting you leave this place till you're drenched."
"well," you took slow steps backwards gazing at your husband coyly. "you'll just have to catch me first for that."
without another word, you splashed water in his face and ran away from him, as much as the waves pushing against your legs would let you.
"you-!" sukuna chased after you, nearly falling flat on his face onto the water, making you laugh out loud. you yelped every time his hands almost grabbed you.
it was like you were children all over again. a feral grin stretched across sukuna's face against his will as he fought the water to get to you, the sound of you giggling deliriously like music to his ears.
"no!" you replied indignantly for the hundredth time, though it was hard to appear firm when your cheeks flushed so deeply. "i'm not going to hurt you!"
"you woon't," satoru whined, still not moving from his place kneeling at your feet. he looked up at you as though you were sitting on a throne rather than his dorm room bed, the gaze behind his glasses reverent. "it's only a little bit. just to taste." he insisted, "don't you wanna try?"
you looked away, already feeling temptation take its hold. of course you wanted to try. ever since the two of you started dating it was all you could think about.
it was torture - whenever he stretched and let his pretty neck be displayed for the world to see, how he came back from runs with his heart pounding, pulse throbbing against his skin, the way his muscles rippled under those tight shirts begging to be bit into.
but you had always held yourself back. being a vampire wasn't for the weak. feeding was the worst part.
by principle you refused to touch humans, your moral compass fighting against your hunger. rats, squirrels, even the occasional stray cat were just enough to satiate your appetite. yet you knew the second you let yourself taste the blood of a man, you'd never be able to go back.
and here satoru was, practically pleading on his knees for it just fifteen minutes after you confessed your true nature.
needless to say this was far from the reaction you expected.
"cmon, angel," he murmured, getting closer. he tugged the collar of his shirt to expose his skin. now he was just being cruel. "it won't even-"
you scowled, pushed him away with a hand to his face, smushing his cheeks. drool pooled under your tongue but you quickly swallowed it. with every second that passed you felt your resolve weaken. you groaned and covered your face.
a little couldn't hurt, right?
"fine! okay, I'll do it." he grinned triumphantly. "but only from your wrist. and it's just a little."
"just a little," satoru repeated, eyes half-lidded. you looked at him, nervous, hesitant yet undeniably thirsty.
he got up from his knees, stood over you with a far too eager smile, like he knew exactly what you were thinking. the hairs on your skin raised and suddenly you felt like the roles of predator and prey had imperceptibly shifted.
taking his arm gently in your hands, you examined his wrist. pale, slightly pink, lined with veins crawling up the bottom of his palm. you could hear his heartbeat, your ears hypersensitive to every noise he made.
"go on," he coaxed. you swallowed again.
with your gaze lifted to meet his, you slowly parted your lips and let teeth sink into flesh.
you knew you were fucked the second he bled. the taste was unlike anything you could've imagined. it was sweeter, purer than any animal blood you'd drank from. the hiss satoru let out didn't even register in your head. all that filled your senses, clouded your mind, was the rush of his blood into your waiting mouth.
all your movements were unconscious now, your tongue lapping at his skin with fervor, lips closing around the wound and sucking more vigorously. the more you tasted, the more you craved. any restraint you had before was disappearing quickly, your thoughts getting hazier. only hunger remained, and it was unforgiving.
"fuck, look at you," satoru muttered in awe, pushing your hair away from your face as you fed.
he was just as equally affected, albeit differently, his breathing heavier, face flushed and his sweatpants slowly yet very obviously tenting. if you could gather your wits and speak, you'd call him ridiculous for getting hard over something as depraved as this. then again, this was satoru you were talking about, so you really shouldn't be surprised.
"tastes real good, huh angel?" satoru smiled, eyes half lidded. the weak nod you gave in response didn't satisfy him.
"words, sweetheart," his voice now firmer. as if his blood wasn't enough of an aphrodisiac already, his tone made your thighs clench tighter. swallowing thickly, you replied, muffled. "soo good, toru."
you were just about to reluctantly let go, not let yourself drink too much when satoru made it clear he had other plans. he grabbed the back of your neck, shoving his arm even further into your face. a helpless, muffled whine left you in protest, the last bits of your rational mind protesting against taking more from him. satoru was having none of it.
"my poor baby," he murmured wickedly, his voice gentle even as his hands held your jaw firmly in place, wrist still flush with your mouth. "you should've told me sooner how much you needed this."
a slow smirk grew on his face as he watched your throat work and your eyes slightly roll back, unfocused as spit and blood escape your lips, dripping down your neck and into your top, right between your tits. you moaned from how overwhelmed you felt as the inside of your thighs grew damper.
you could only imagine how pathetic and blood-drunk you must have looked to him. how desperate. almost certainly pornographic.
losing breath, you frantically squeezed his arm for him to let you go. with a final drag of his hand against your chin, staining the skin, he loosened his hold with a sigh.
"atta girl. drank a lot outta me, didn't you?" satoru carefully wiped the mess on your face with a predatory smile. he briefly let the tips of his fingers slip into your mouth, pleased as you automatically swirled them around with your tongue.
this was bad, you vaguely registered in your head as you saw the face he was making, yet it was hard to think clearly at all when his blood was still making your mind hazy, making your whole body buzz pleasantly.
"now then," he smirked, pointing down to satoru jr. "i think it's time to repay the favor, don't you?"
✧.* a/n: this fic is embarrassing lmfao i might rewrite this later pls let me know if u liked it ✧.*
childhood best friend!satoru who had grown up with you since you were practically born. one of the first faces you'd ever seen after opening your eyes was that with a wide, toothy grin, of a boy only a summer older than you. he lived right next door in the big house with white walls that gleamed in sunlight and deep blue roofs pointing at the sky, just as grand and imposing as the kid soon to be attached at your hip.
childhood best friend!satoru who you played together with almost every second of every day. the two of you would roll and run around in your backyards, grass-stained and carefree, cheeks red from exertion and the midday heat. wherever one went, the other was sure to follow.
your sweet cries for "toru" as he lightly pulled your hair or made fun of you was always returned with a laughing call of your name. both of you would plead and beg your parents to let you play for at least another hour before you had to be dragged back in your houses for dinner and a much-needed bath.
childhood best friend!satoru who was teased along with you by both your parents for acting like a little couple already. they constantly remarked on how sure they were the two of you would marry someday, never leaving each others side. "of course we will!" satoru would beam, throwing a scrawny arm over your tiny shoulders.
you would gag loudly, of course, entirely displeased by the idea. "i would never marry a stupid boy like you, toru, you're too mean." satoru would tilt his head, feigning confusion just to provoke you. "but we already play mommy and daddy together, it's the same thing."
childhood best friend!satoru who teased you mercilessly but would never let anyone else do the same. any time a child his age got too bold and try to bully you, he'd be right there, shoving you behind him and glaring the other kid down.
when the two of you were in middle school, a particularly nasty boy had the audacity to attempt to pull your skirt. it was unfortunate for him that satoru had happened to see.
the boy hadn't even been able to touch you. everything had been a blur after that. needless to say, the two of them went home with bloodied noses, scratches and a notice for a 3-day suspension.
"you're really ridiculous sometimes, you know that?" you mumbled, holding an ice pack to his face for him as you both sat on his porch that evening. you never said thank you but you didn't have to. he knew. he gave a crooked smile and shrugged.
"you're mine," he simply said. something pulled in your chest at his words and for the first of many times, you fell a little bit in love with satoru gojo.
satoru blinked at the shrill voice, just realising he had been staring the whole time. how could he not, when the most beautiful creature he'd ever beheld stood right in front of him.
you, the woman he had sworn to protect on her quest to die.
you had always been veiled, covered head to toe, not letting even an inch of your skin catch wandering eyes. yet now, you were practically naked - except for a thin petticoat completely soaked by the river you had excused yourself to wash in, making it translucent. sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the canopy above, painting you in gold, highlighting every dip and curve of your figure. and your eyes-
were still glaring right at him.
satoru quickly turned around, a slow grin stretching across his face.
you had been a pain in his ass for your whole journey to the mountains - a remarkable feat considering you were traveling towards your inevitable death. despite being more or less abandoned by your village to be slaughtered at an altar to appease the gods, it never once hindered your attitude.
ordering satoru around in that feigned polite tone, holding out a gloved hand expecting him to scramble to help you to get in and out of your carriage, sticking your nose up in the air and remaining stubbornly silent when he tried to make conversation.
(he would never admit he was slightly endeared by it; lured to tease, provoke you even more just to hear your pretty voice scold him.)
but here you were, probably the most flustered and embarrassed you'd ever felt in your life, all because your noble guardian had caught you undressed and dripping wet.
"you must gouge your eyes out now, you know," you informed him haughtily from behind. water sloshed around as you approached the riverbank, likely searching for your towel and clothes. "no mortal must lay their eyes on the tribute to the gods when bare, it's a sin."
a low chuckle left satoru. "really? seemed to me like you were the one being careless when a man was in your vicinity," he smirked, imagining the way you must have stiffened. "almost like you wanted me to walk in on you-"
in less than a second, an object whirled towards satoru's back. without even turning, he caught it effortlessly with an arm reaching behind him. it was your slipper. he fully laughed.
"may i turn back around now, my lady, or do you wish for me to glimpse at you disrobed again?"
this time, your other slipper hit him squarely in the head, earning a grunt from him, though he was still grinning.
you walked in front of him, now wrapped in your towel, tilting your head up to meet his eyes with the sweetest scowl. a faint flush adorned your cheeks, your eyes bright, making satoru's chest tighten inscrutably.
gods, you really were breathtaking. he would have never guessed such beauty hid under all those robes you wore. if he didn't know any better, he'd think you were a nymph sent to tempt him.
"you're insufferable, sir gojo."
"i've been told," satoru smirked, leaning close just to watch you quickly pull back, blushing deeper. the difference in your heights was now even more obvious. he suddenly felt the urge to grab your waist and tug you towards him; maybe wrap his arms around you, watch you squirm and pout in his hold.
of course, he would never actually lay a hand on you. you and your chastity belonged to the heavens. you were destined to die and satoru was bound by honour to see it through. he would be an unfaithful knight if he disobeyed his commands, forsook his vows.
right?
"arrogant bastard," you shoved at satoru's shoulder through his armor with little success; the man was built like a tree. you yanked your slipper out of his hand, bent to the ground to grab the other one, and stormed away from him.
satoru let his fingers touch where yours brushed against the cold metal around his body. a small exhale left him as he smiled wryly, felt his heart already beating a little faster against his ribs.
he was never really good at following orders anyway.
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