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soranihimawari · 6 months

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flowers for a souless king

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Rating: T/M (teen to mature for theme)

Pairing: geto suguru x reader (before the madness begins)

geto suguru has been your upstairs neighbor for the last six years. he is your dorm buddy, your late night case closing report editor, every boy (or girl)'s sexual awakening, or next heartbreak. not yours. and definitely not his best friend and bane of your gloomy existence, gojo satoru's. this topic of discussion came about after nanami came back from a trip. ok, a mission, with his close classmate. that being said, you were invited out to eat at the local fried chicken place because shoko said she'd spot you this time around.

"what happened to you?" gojo seemed aghast at the bags under your eyes.

"me? oh you mean the raccoon eyes?" you rub your temples before geto and shoko arrive with the trays of fried chicken. "i had to close several cases by 23:59 last night and a certain neighbor-geto-had brought home some date or whatever ya call fucking buddies these days."

shoko nearly chokes at my bluntness and gojo just laughs.

"nice going romeo," the ice blonde says and geto rolls off his shoulder.

"she has a name you know, yn."

"does it look like i care?" you bite into the chicken thigh and are carnivorous when devouring it. "any word on nanami-san?"

gojo shakes his head. "not yet, but ichiji-san is picking them up."

"ah, ok," you reply. "save him a bucket, shoko."

"way ahead of ya," shoko holds up a fourth bucket in a to-go bag.

you four continue eating and not once would you have noticed the way gojo and geto stare back and forth at each other. it's stares only best friends would exchange anyway. you and shoko do the same.

"i don't know what's going on in boy world over there, but you two better stop looking at yn-san like they’re a prize to win," shoko scolds them both on my behalf.

an hour goes by and we're still in the kfc before our phones go off.

"we lost another one," is all you say and we head out immediately.

gojo is not even on campus when he sends out a text saying that he needs to go finish what nanami and his partner had started in another city. shoko lights up a cigarette for her friend. geto and you head back to the morgue to pay your respects.

"geto, wait," you pull his shirt sleeve and force him to turn to face you. you study his features, you see a small light dim behind his eyes, you know why that girl upstairs bothered you. "the woman you were with, she was an orb, wasn't she?"

"what does it matter? our friend is dead," geto replies bitterly.

"geto," you assert your stance to be more rigid and form a block on the door. "sugu."

he softens his features at that nickname you gave him since second year. "sugu, you're spiraling."

"am not."

"are to."

"i'm not."

"suguru," your other hand touches his cheek furthest away from you and turn his face to lock eyes with you. "let me in, please? i won't hurt you. you know i can't..."

you give him a hopeful smirk before he turns away from your touch coldly saying you're wasting your time. you make a snap decision to hug him from behind firmly, tightening your hold on his torso when he reaches the door knob.

"not giving up," you whisper into his shoulder blades before loosening your hold and letting him walk inside.

some time later, you're in your room, rereading the case which lead nanami to become more interested in finance. you hear a knock on your door.

"shoko?" you open it and she looks at you confused. "where?"

"room 13, since nine am yesterday."

you push past her and she sits in your dorm, wondering if you can pull geto suguru out of his darkest pitfall yet.

"geto?" you knock on room 13's door. "geto, it's me."

"go away," he growls at you.

"you know how stubborn i am."

geto picks up a bar of soap and throws it at the door. the bang causes you to jump back.

"geto, please," you rest your forehead against the door. "we've known each other for better half of three? six years now..."

you let your technique bound by nature deliver wisteria blooms to ward off evil. it forms a pocket barrier and veil around you and him. you're no longer visible to the prying eyes of a certain family clan. geto is familiar with this domain. it's the first one you showed him you could do successfully at 14 years old. coincidentally, it's the same rose tinted hue which telegraphed how you felt about him. tonight? it was a lilac color: in sweetness there is strength. and when he emerges from the room, he rests his weary head on your shoulders, arms that were once so strong, hold you so tight you can barely breathe.

you run your hands through his unwashed hair, doing your best to not cause him anymore pain when your fingers find the knots.

"it's so, so meaningless," he mumbles into your shirt.

"what is?" you nudge him to tell you, kissing his temple with a soft expression of affection.

"what we do. what is the point if we can't even protect our own kind?"

"...the death of one versus the many, geto. you know yaga will be like that too. however, you have no time to grieve. so come with me and we can grieve our friend together."

five days later, i wake in his bed, curled into a little ball wearing his jacket. geto must have left me after he kissed me over and over again to remind himself good things can happen to balance out the darkness brewing within himself. his flower crown of sunflowers and vines rests on my head, a note on his pillow follows.

"to the one who loved a soulless king,

have courage & be resilient.

the worst is yet to come when a good man loses his mind to war."

later that same evening, the news plays on all tvs: "2000 people dead in the mountain village off the coast of okinawa. only 3 survivors and one of them, is the son of the geto family."

years go by, i stay the same. public enemy number one is still geto, yet i know this isn't him. his body was stolen by another powerful curse i wish would lay the man to rest. gojo tells me to head east to find nanami in shibuya with their shared pink and navy-haired proteges.

"it's not too late to join the fight," nanami tells me over the phone the night before 31st october.

"i'll see you in shibuya. it's a call to arms, nanami," i sigh, brandishing my spear. "gojo and shoko called me too. i'll be on the east side. be safe."

"come back alive, yn."

be safe. come back alive. survive the darkness. save our old friend's soul and let the ghost of our youth rest. <- famous last words spoken by nanami, myself, shoko, and the last bit came from the strongest of us all.

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soranihimawari · 2 years

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Sir, do you mind?

Or how Sakusa gets to know his neighbor…

Pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader//hints at poly

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: 🔞-mdni, reader is escort by profession// sir kink and or praise(?)// nondescript sex scene

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man of many talents and accomplishments. One of which is being a naturally gifted player on his home team, the MSBY Black Jackals. The second is also being blessed with the height of a tall athlete regardless and with such talents (along with a killer track record), he was able to graduate and live on his own by the time his second season with the Jackals had officially paid him enough to by the last penthouse suite in his current building.

Suffice to say living on his own has been quite nice. There was no Bokuto or Miya who would have had shenanigans up the wa-zoo to keep him up all night; there was no energetic sunshine, Hinata, who would bother him to keep hitting serves and receives until well past midnight. Maybe a third one is actually having a service escort as his neighbor, who as of right now, keeps their line of work (and that world) private.

Thankfully, with the help of Motoya, Sakusa finds his place to be furnished completely–it was a pretty swank bachelor pad,at least you would think so. Speaking of you, you’re a new neighbor. You finally achieved that big girl promotion, so your law firm at the time, chose to cover your expenses alongside personally purchasing the condo on the opposite side of the penthouse suite.

You, whose wardrobe is currently made with high waisted slacks and cotton button downs or eastern-styled tunic tops, with longer ringlets than his own, stone gray eyes which reflect the clouds during the current rainy season, who always greets Sakusa with a saccharine smile, has seemed to be completely oblivious as to why the volleyball player lingers in the mailroom. Or why he tries, but fails spectacularly, at making brownies when you confide in him your mother got on your case again for not going on more dates. Sure, you’ve had dates that seemed to have turned into one night stands only for those gentleman callers to leave your flat with a disgruntled look. One of which tells Sakusa who was returning from the grocery store about your insane collection of tabletop games and mystery book walls:

“YN is a real piece of work,” he said. “There’s wall to wall novels about murder, others are guide books for D&D, dice everywhere, and man! What a shut in! …”

Sakusa didn’t need to know this information, but seeing how annoyed the douchebag next to him in the elevator, the former top three aces in Japan arches his brow at the stranger.

“Why are you telling me this?” Sakusa asks. His bag is held up in his hands,very few vegetables were tall enough to peak out by the handles.

“You’re her neighbor, so I thought you knew you live next to a prudish nerd.”

The elevator dings and as the man leaves while Sakusa just rolls his eyes on your behalf.

It takes another month of self-discovery, as his father once put it, for Sakusa to run into you again. You prattle on your call with your mother who is very worried at this point you’ve turned down every single one of her matchmaking dates. Sakusa had just come home from an evening jog in the gym provided in the building, but he thinks he sees an irkmark form over your space bun styled hair. You were wearing tights and a midriff shirt that showed off your toned physique and Sakusa tries really hard not to stare, but he does anyway. His mind falls into the red zone while nervously trying to talk himself out of trying to leave as soon as possible. Your face seemed flushed because of the heat, but you eventually hung up on your mother saying you had enough with her habits of trying to find you a date. You glance over your right shoulder to see your neighbor gawking at you, so you straight up lied to your mother:

“I have a date tonight ma…Yes I do! I’m not lying,” you mouth out the words to Sakusa as you walk toward him. “Say hi to my mom Omi-kun.”

And Sakusa, proud and unyielding outside hitter for the Black Jackals, pinches the bridge of his nose after you tack on a barely audible, ‘please?’, and grabs your phone out of your hands.

“Hello… Oh? YN is a fine neighbor… No, I didn’t know that…Umm, here they are,” he shoves the phone back into your hands and you end the call. You thank him with a bow as you offer to take his grocery bag, you hold the lighter one now.

Inside the elevator again, you stand side by side with him. He says nothing as you complain about your last date who just up and left. You tell him about your kinks like how peace and quiet is a major turn on; you like tying up people as a rigger; and the fact that your job isn’t really a firm at all–

“I’m a professional kink escort,” you say proudly. You wink at him.

Sakusa, if he was more prone to use slang, would have asked you if you were deadass serious about your job. Instead, he uses the pun below:

“...Come again?”

Miya Atsumu would’ve lost his shit laughing at how his teammate seemed to be clueless about what he just said. Then again, the only other serious interaction he had in the dating arena would have been the first and only time he ever fucked an ex-girlfriend in college. The elevator dings, doors opening to your floor.

“You heard me,” you said matter-of-factly. “Are you surprised?”

Sakusa’s Adam’s apple bops, a sure as hell sign as any that he was. What does he do with that sort of information? He can’t really ask playboy Miya or steady relationship Bokuto, can he? Should he ask Meian on Monday when practice is self-ran? No, he settles. I’ll deal with this on my own, he continues pondering upon it not hearing you offer to make dinner. Though Sakusa nods at you, you wait for him to open the door to his place.

A couple hours later, around nine-thirty, your cacciapepe pasta is plated and thoroughly enjoyed by the athlete. It was cheat day, so the noodles and eating late was a bit rule-bending, but eating with you was one of the highlights of the day. You and Sakusa swap stories about growing up; he tells you about his volleyball career and you tell him about the time you fell in love with professional escorting. You had described it as a maid cafe except sexual acts or devious deeds sometimes are included.

“Depending on the client,” you add. Sakusa is currently soaking the dishes with large yellow gloves, for you to find that hilariously cute is an understatement. You have a pesky smile on your face no doubt enjoying the domesticity of it.

“What about you Sakusa-san? Do you have any kinks?” you have a teasing lilt in your voice when you ask. He almost lets go of the plate he was soaking, but he catches it in time for you to laugh a bit at his cold stare.

“No,” he answers, angry at this turn of events.

“Ah, figures. Perhaps one of these days I’ll take you under my wing then, huh?”

You slide off the chair to approach him in the kitchen area. He was washing his hands profusely at the moment while you leaned against the dishwasher.

“Sir, do you mind?” you nonchalantly switched your voice to a more innocently provocative one. Sakusa turns to face you from his peripheral line of sight. You notice he doesn’t flinch, rather he actually casually grins at the word, ‘sir.’

Gotcha you little devil, you think. You say nothing as you run your fingers up and down his arm closest to you, as if striking a match against his skin. His hair bounces when he is pulled in front of you, following your demanding lead from just the slightest touch you give him. Perhaps a bit touch starved too, your mind thinks this through, so with a clearing of your throat, you whisper words that would eventually change your dynamic for a long time to come.

“Does sir mind if I ask him to kiss me?”

You glance up, placing a bit of distance when you decidedly hop up on the immaculate granite counter. Sakusa groans saying you do not make it any easier for him to deny you anything, especially now when your legs are spread the right width for him to stand in front of you with a pointed look.

“I just cleaned this counter space not too long ago,” his voice drops in tone for feigning annoyance.

You’re about to apologize for a second, yet Sakusa was one step ahead of you: his left hand curls under your chin to have you meet his lips in a chaste meeting. He holds you there for a few more seconds and you only focus on how diligently they had felt against your own. You feel his hands leave your chin altogether and instead his hand cups your cheek. Hearing him hum when he pulls away, makes you smile, slowly opening your eyes.

“Gorgeous thing you are,” you pretend to not hear the compliment only to nod in his hand. You seemed cute like this with a squished cheek in his palm. Sakusa never was affectionate around any of his former beaus, but for you, he decides to try now, especially since your hand reaches for the front of his shirt, pulling him back toward you with ease.

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” you mumble against his lips before returning the favor you asked of him. His eyes seemed to have shut long ago, an echo of a laugh rumbles in his chest as you tilt your head more to one side, you take the lead to deepen the kiss.

Technically, you didn’t lie to your mother about having a date: you and Sakusa made an impromptu one happen out of a need to hang out. Who knew it would have lead here to you breathing in his scent the longer he kept you there? The small of your back is supported by his arm snaking around you when you feel yourself arching backward, sighing hotly into his mouth, followed by a shortened playful bite on his end.

“Ack,” you chortle, pecking his lips once more. Your face is warm though as he gently pushes you forward mentioning you should go soon.

“I have practice in the morning,” he pecks your cheek when you’ve calmed yourself down enough.

“I-I see,” you nod, agreeing how you did not want to overstay your welcome. Gathering your things, just your phone and keys, he eventually escorts you to the front of his door.

“I’ll see you when I get home,” Sakusa says. There is a serious tone to his promise. It sounds almost threatening though, but you realize it’s part of his charm. You make a hand sign for him to bend down and as your lips press against the moles on his brow, you bid him good night when you see yourself out.

In the comfort of your own room, you trace your lips with your fingers, a wolfish smile on your face. On your left in a blank notebook, you write down the name of your neighbor. Next to that? You write down a few things you’ve noticed while making out with him in the kitchen. The top of the list in your eloquent handwriting says the following: S.Kiyoomi, 26, touch-starved, sir/praise kink. You definitely have your work cut out for you because as it stands, you’re going to be the one to guide him in your world.

The absolute payoff of this comes after you’ve seduced him in your bed. In your post glow, you lay a top of him. Your hair strewn across your back while his hands run through it. Sakusa’s wrists are currently freed from the silk shackles you knotted for him, all this because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself while at the party for Hinata’s birthday. It was supposed to be your first official outing as a couple, though you’re fairly certain you ought to have stayed at home because of how Sakusa wanted to devour you alive in the low cut number you wore. He might have mentioned at the club you were dressed to kill, but all he really had wanted to do was see how deep his knuckles could get before everyone at the VIP level would have noticed he was gone for too long in the bathroom hallway to “check up on YN.”

“Did my boy have fun being tied up?” you sheepishly asked him. You glance at the wrist with brazen marks he shows you with a slight pout. Your lips kiss the inside of his wrist apologizing for how tight you had made the knots.

“‘M sorry pretty boy,” you stifle a yawn.

“I bet you are,” his hoarse voice soothes your ears. “But we should properly get cleaned up now, yeah?”

“Only if you carry me to the tub and I get to wear that shirt you love so much.”

“Fine.”

The water in the bath was drawn and though you were extremely sore, you didn’t really have time to think about it since you were gently placed in said tub. Bubbles from the lavender bath bomb began to fizz. Behind you, Sakusa sat with his knees propped up on either side. He makes a complaint about how awkward he must look, but you shake your head saying this was well worth the experience of sleeping with him. You lean back, humming a tune of approval when he begins telling you his favorite moment of the night.

“Miya can’t wrap his head around you being with me,” his tone is one where he tries to swallow a mirthful chuckle.

“Meian and Bokkun couldn’t believe I exist either,” you hum, kissing his jawline. “Although, now that I think about it, Hinata was the only one who saw you video call me when you were on the way back from that away match…”

Sakusa rests his head atop yours mentioning it was great because no one else thought you had existed until then. Sure, the entire team sort of dared him to bring you along one night for post-celebratory drinks, but when he had refused, you inquired if your job was something he didn’t want them to ask you about. You had a brief disagreement over the subject, but you decided to finally give that part of your life a rest and to use the framed degree to go into what you had originally pursued from the start. Regardless, now your existence is proven to the team, you’re with Sakusa for as long as he’ll have you. And trust each other since both of you are standing, or in this case, sitting at the edge of an unconventional love affair.

Bonus:

Miya Atsumu stops by his teammate’s unit only to find Sakusa was not at home the following morning. In his hands, the setter has a togo bag from Onigiri Miya, as he scans the floor for another room. Alas he finds your front door only to have it answered by you. You, who is technically half dressed in nothing but an Oxford shirt Miya remembers Sakusa wearing, and boyfriend cut underwear, answers the door with a wide-eyed stare.

“H-hey YN-chan,” Miya’s mouth suddenly becomes hella dry.

“Sumu?” you are drowsy as you act a little more drowsy than normal. You stifle a yawn. “G’morning? Wanna come in?”

“Maybe later,” the blonde says. “Seems yer a bit busy…umm… here! Give these to yer boyfriend.”

“Mmk,” you lean against the door, your shirt dips to the side a bit causing honeyed eyes to stare slightly at your bare chest. The bruises left behind by his teammate’s lips were an indication of how much fun you seemed to have.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, shaking the back of his neck, blowing profusely apologizing for the intrusion.

“Who’s at the door?” Sakusa asks you from your kitchen.

“Atsumu,” you raise your voice, turning your face round to see a half naked boyfriend rummage around the kitchen. Sakusa nods a devilish grin on his face. He winks at you and though your lips turn into a toothy smile, you turn your attention back to your visitor.

“If you behave real nice, I’m sure Omi won’t mind if I break a brat like you…”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

Sakusa almost feels jealous, almost. Only, he was curious to find out how his teammate would hold up against your techniques. He still is recovering from the number you did last night on his wrists and his back’s scratches were healing well. The love bites littering his neck and collarbones were deepening in color.

You wink as your guest soon discovers what you truly mean by that when you pull him inside to your domain, shutting the door behind the blonde. Whatever the implications may be, nothing could have delightfully prepared either athlete to witness just how many things might have turned your relationship to a more intriguing one.

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