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I forgot it is mermay, I might write a Drabble for it

The modern version of Outlaw!Yuki is a die hard Chappell Roan fan.

Pink pony club is on REPEAT

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.”

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

If anyone wants to send asks about my fics or anything please do, I am bored out of my mind rn

Your first husband died peacefully in his sleep. You had nothing to do with it.

You did want his money but that was another matter!

He was on the verge of death anyway so getting into his pants (and pockets) was extremely easy. You made out like a bandit with most of his fortune. It set you up for life, you were thankfully done with old men and their money.

That was until you saw the detective that sauntered into your house. He was tall, toned and tan. Your mouth practically watered as he talked to you in a sweet tone, like you were truly in mourning for your husband.

“Suguru Geto.” He had introduced himself with a firm handshake.

You had practically melted into the floor.

Apparently your dead husband was in an embezzlement lawsuit before he passed so he came to investigate the house for evidence. You didn’t really care but you played the part of grieving widow all while subtly flirting with him.

He didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t say anything. As he goes through the files you try to think of a way to get him to stay longer. Nothing comes to mind and he leaves you with a small pout on your lips.

Opening up your phone you click on the sugar baby app you frequented before getting married. What’s one more dead old man if you get to see that detective again?

Gun to your head 🔫🔫🔫

Pack up your kitsune Suguru and hand it over to me RIGHT NOW!! This is NOT A DRILL, I AM STEALING YOUR KITSUNE SUGURU!!

I need him in the sense of he's my life saving medication (ironic for Saint reader, huh?)

I’M BEING ROBBED

Don’t shoot! I will hand him over! 🙌

But I have grown to like him quite a bit so can we split time fifty-fifty?

Him being your medicine is very ironic for reader being a saint lol but I think that he certainly wouldn’t mind, it is another way he can keep you with him 🤭

Did I mean for a Barbie reference in the Gojo one shot I am writing no, but it’s staying in there…