Sometimes Princess Is A Grown Man Who Committed Multiple Crimes

A COMINT !!

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

I’m feeling bored and need motivation to write so please ask me questions 🫠

When you aren’t taking care of yourself properly so Foxguru gives you the squint of disapproval.

-Mdni, talk of sex-

Late one night Suguru gets a knock at his door. You are standing there in a thin dress and robe over it. His eyes trace your body in it. Your expression is concerned as you look him over.

“I could hear you tossing and turning from my room.” You say.

“Oh-” He starts, he hopes you didn’t hear what he has just done to thoughts of you. “I am fine, just restlessness nothing more.”

You don’t seem to convinced with his answer if the slight scrunch to your brows have anything to say about it. He can’t tell you the truth about his sleepless nights. It would scare you off to know how often he thinks of you in those midnight hours.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” You offer.

Suguru’s eyes widen considerably at your offer. Do even know what you are offering him? He doesn’t think you understand the full implications of your statement.

Because he would die for you to stay with him. He would give up his status as the god of the dead to taste you on his tongue. It was almost too tempting to take you up on your offer and drag you to his bed.

His hands itch to take, to give, to hold you down and take what he has wanted since he first saw you.

“I can’t sleep either so I thought we could help each other out?” You say sheepishly, a blush to your cheeks.

Suguru breathes deeply before letting you in.

You walk over to the bed and climb into it. Suguru follows suit but his eyes are on you as you pull a blanket over yourself. He climbs in beside you and you look up at him.

Your eyes are tired and from the red tint to them you have been crying. He longs to make sure you never cry again. Suguru would make you happy, he was sure of that.

“Thank you.” You yawn out as your eyes droop down.

“No need.” He chuckles softly as your eyes finally shut.

During the night you end up snuggled into his chest. He shouldn’t have allowed you to do this. You are far too close to him. He could easily slip in between your legs like he was fantasising about earlier.

Restraint, he reminds himself, he will not touch you without your permission. It would only be good for him if you also wanted it. He couldn’t stand you being scared or in pain while he took you.

Suguru wanted you to want him back.

Act 2 part 1

I should just add yearning in big bold caps when Outlaw!Yuki is involved, her love is so soft and patient.

Satoru's mother hates how overly affectionate you are to her son.

Your mother-in-law, the lady of the Gojo Clan of the Great Three Sorcerer Clans, would throw endless "tsks" and "tuts" at you whenever she catches you red-handed spoiling her son. You'd argue that it wasn't really spoiling but more of being an attentive wife.

Satoru was a lovebug, after all. An honest to goodness, "Oh, this man is obsessed with his wife" kind of guy. He was always going, "Where is my WIFE?!" "Wifey!" "My wife!", and wasn't at all embarrassed to express just how much he loves you. You, in turn, never shy away from reciprocating his affection, whether it's by returning his crushing embraces or calling for him through the rooftops so he could hear where you were, regardless of who else could hear you. He didn't give two shits what his family thought of him, but his relatives and servants have lost count of how many times his piercing glares have sent a chill down their spines whenever they made even the slightest attempt to comment on your behavior.

They would catch you two in the strangest of situations. Strange in a sense that your affection for each other is so foreign to them. You, running your fingers through his silver hair, helping him out of his clothes... You being the first thing he seeks out whenever he arrives home. And him bringing you countless pretty and sweet things to fill your shared bedroom...

Your mother-in-law often tells you to stop coddling him, that he isn't a child to be babied— ("He's the strongest sorcerer of your generation, for crying out loud!" She'd always say...)

"He may be the strongest sorcerer of our generation, but he's still my dearest husband. And in our home, he is that and that alone."

Then again, Satoru has always been an odd bird himself, so together, you two made a lovely feather duster.

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?

popular! satoru x artist! reader hcs <3

cw: fluff !!! she/her reader (sorry males 🙁🫶), she's also implied to be sorta loser/not popular-ish, intentional lowercase, might be corny, sorry !!!! NOT proofread because ik ill cringe, im still new to this, please dont shoot me

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popular boyfriend satoru ! who asks you to be his girlfriend via that one trend where you paint each other then show each other the results at the end of the date, except his canvas just said: “will you be my girlfriend?” in bold, pink letters with hearts drawn all around.

(though his proposal was cut short when he saw your canvas, by far the most beautiful portrayal of him he's ever seen. he cherishes that painting.)

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's your number one supporter and BIGGEST fan, no matter what. seriously, you once went through old sketchbooks with him and he was in awe for every one of them, insisting you show him the ones you would immediately try to hide while chanting; ‘if you made it, it'll be beautiful no matter what!’.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who, despite obsessing over your art saying it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, thinks no art could compare to your beauty.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who spends 37% of his time admiring your art, and the other 63% admiring you.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who brags about his beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly perfect, angelic, god send of a girlfriend- (his words, not mine.) -fo all his friends, and secretly sneaks some of your artwork, (the same artwork that you insisted was awful.), into his school bag to show his friends, but keeps your identity a secret since he knows how you feel about large amounts of attention and crowds.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's tried picking up art multiple times just so the both of you could have one more thing in common, but each and every time was quickly humbled and shown that you truly are the artist of the relationship.

“is that a donkey on an airplane..?”

“...it was supposed to be pikachu.”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who adores watching you draw. that pretty look on your face when you're all focused, the way your eyebrows knit together when you're doing the small details, how you subconsciously mirror the facial expressions of the characters you draw and how cute you look getting all embarrassed when he calls it out.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who has tried to pay you for art commissions. multiple times.

“please, babe? it would look so good on my wall!”

“satoru, for the last time, you can have it, but i don't want your money! stop shoving your cash in my face!”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who shoves a couple hundred dollar bills in your bag when you aren't looking. what? it's not like he needs it, he's rich after all!

popular boyfriend satoru ! who always finds it so odd when people ask why he's dating someone like you, because a: they don't even know who ‘you’ are and have just inferred you're a loser based on how he talks about you, and b: even if they did know, how could he not fall in love with you?

popular boyfriend satoru ! who you have completely wrapped around your finger, and you hardly even realize it.

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( a/n : they're so cute i lub them )