“Am I– Am I your daddy?” Suguru slowly blinks, trying to see if he’s seeing straight. He pinches his arm to check if he’s dreaming or something along those lines. Maybe he drank so much that he’s ascended to another place. A whole different universe. He rubs his eyes to see if it’s just his vision that is deceiving him, but the young boy is still there. “What’s your name?”
“I asked you first.” The boy points out, and Suguru thinks about it for a minute. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them, Suguru shakes his head in response. The boy in front of Suguru is the spitting image of Satoru, there’s no way that Suguru is the father of the child.
“I’m not your father.” Suguru answers. Suguru wonders whose kid this is. In whose place is he at? There’s no picture frames around, nor anything on the walls. He’s thinking about you– But there’s no way this is your child… There’s no way this is Satoru’s child. “What’s your name?”
“Am I– Am I your daddy?” Suguru slowly blinks, trying to see if he’s seeing straight. He pinches his arm to check if he’s dreaming or something along those lines. Maybe he drank so much that he’s ascended to another place. A whole different universe. He rubs his eyes to see if it’s just his vision that is deceiving him, but the young boy is still there. “What’s your name?”
“I asked you first.” The boy points out, and Suguru thinks about it for a minute. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them, Suguru shakes his head in response. The boy in front of Suguru is the spitting image of Satoru, there’s no way that Suguru is the father of the child.
“I’m not your father.” Suguru answers. Suguru wonders whose kid this is. In whose place is he at? There’s no picture frames around, nor anything on the walls. He’s thinking about you– But there’s no way this is your child… There’s no way this is Satoru’s child. “What’s your name?”
summary: When you buy a haggard man a coffee at the airport, you didn’t realize it would eventually
lead you to the bed of Gojo Satoru, the most eligible celebrity of the decade.
How six dollars, one overly sugary coffee, and a chance meeting
lead you to be railed by one of the most devastatingly pretty individuals you
have ever seen.
tags: female reader, social media, cunnilingus, celebrity gojo, seriously gojo is so gorgeous and knows how to work it, smut
Glaring at the line of passengers before you, you hold out your arms as a TSA agent swiped their gloved hands over your figure, unapologetically bored.
“Go ahead,” They bark, their focus already switching to the person behind you, a poor soul who had forgotten to take out their boarding pass from their back pocket, and was now facing the full frontal wrath of the agents.
You murmur a quick thanks as you grab your luggage out of the bins, stuffing your arms back through your jacket and slipping your shoes on.
Honestly, you wondered if this whole debacle was just a scheme to make pre-check sound like a good investment. But with your meager college savings, you were strapped for cash as it was for this trip. You could kiss any hopes of an easy airport experience goodbye, along with a zero or two on your next bank account statement.
summary: When you buy a haggard man a coffee at the airport, you didn’t realize it would eventually
lead you to the bed of Gojo Satoru, the most eligible celebrity of the decade.
How six dollars, one overly sugary coffee, and a chance meeting
lead you to be railed by one of the most devastatingly pretty individuals you
have ever seen.
tags: female reader, social media, cunnilingus, celebrity gojo, seriously gojo is so gorgeous and knows how to work it, smut
Glaring at the line of passengers before you, you hold out your arms as a TSA agent swiped their gloved hands over your figure, unapologetically bored.
“Go ahead,” They bark, their focus already switching to the person behind you, a poor soul who had forgotten to take out their boarding pass from their back pocket, and was now facing the full frontal wrath of the agents.
You murmur a quick thanks as you grab your luggage out of the bins, stuffing your arms back through your jacket and slipping your shoes on.
Honestly, you wondered if this whole debacle was just a scheme to make pre-check sound like a good investment. But with your meager college savings, you were strapped for cash as it was for this trip. You could kiss any hopes of an easy airport experience goodbye, along with a zero or two on your next bank account statement.
Whatever you do to me I’ll do to her. You have one week to decide :)
Gojo stared at the text. His hands shook as he locked the phone and clasped his hands in prayer. “Please!”. He whispered to himself. He didn’t know whom he was praying to or if anyone would even answer his prayers after all the sins he has committed. His mind came up with thousand different solutions but not one of them would save his relationship with you. He stayed that way for a while and stared at your phone in his hand. Yuri had your number. She can contact you any time. He opened your phone and deleted the chat before blocking the number immediately.
Whatever you do to me I’ll do to her. You have one week to decide :)
Gojo stared at the text. His hands shook as he locked the phone and clasped his hands in prayer. “Please!”. He whispered to himself. He didn’t know whom he was praying to or if anyone would even answer his prayers after all the sins he has committed. His mind came up with thousand different solutions but not one of them would save his relationship with you. He stayed that way for a while and stared at your phone in his hand. Yuri had your number. She can contact you any time. He opened your phone and deleted the chat before blocking the number immediately.
Reader is on the prowl when she runs into a certain white-haired sorcerer.
Halloween was your favorite day of the year.
It was the one day that you could truly be yourself, no hiding who you were. Or what you were. People dressed up in costumes of characters they love, dressing up to show off their looks, or pretending to be monsters. Little did they know that real monsters walk among them every day, monsters like you.
You’ve been alive in this world for over one hundred years, lying low and usually strictly drinking from animals to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Recently, you’ve been craving more. During this day and age, it was easy to find willing human participants. Vampires were popular in many cultures; you had found numerous sites and fandoms that craved to be fed from. At first you refused to engage with that community, but curiosity and gluttony got the best of you. You could never deny that human blood was divine.
Which is why you were sitting in a crowded bar on Halloween, waiting to meet a man that you met through social media. He begged and pleaded to meet a real-life vampire. You sat at the bar, waiting for the man to show up but he was running late, and you were running out of patience. You had already had numerous shots, the bar tender had wanted to cut you off 4 shots ago, but you convinced him you were more than capable of handling your liquor. Your mind was starting to get hazy. People swayed and danced to the music around you, laughing and giggling while showing off their attire.
Reader is on the prowl when she runs into a certain white-haired sorcerer.
Halloween was your favorite day of the year.
It was the one day that you could truly be yourself, no hiding who you were. Or what you were. People dressed up in costumes of characters they love, dressing up to show off their looks, or pretending to be monsters. Little did they know that real monsters walk among them every day, monsters like you.
You’ve been alive in this world for over one hundred years, lying low and usually strictly drinking from animals to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Recently, you’ve been craving more. During this day and age, it was easy to find willing human participants. Vampires were popular in many cultures; you had found numerous sites and fandoms that craved to be fed from. At first you refused to engage with that community, but curiosity and gluttony got the best of you. You could never deny that human blood was divine.
Which is why you were sitting in a crowded bar on Halloween, waiting to meet a man that you met through social media. He begged and pleaded to meet a real-life vampire. You sat at the bar, waiting for the man to show up but he was running late, and you were running out of patience. You had already had numerous shots, the bar tender had wanted to cut you off 4 shots ago, but you convinced him you were more than capable of handling your liquor. Your mind was starting to get hazy. People swayed and danced to the music around you, laughing and giggling while showing off their attire.
