#xmintpiex work

[xmintpiex]

wc: 3189

pairing: Getou Suguru x fem! reader

In which a consumed cursed spirit changes Suguru’s life, perhaps for the better.

content: sfw, fem!reader, cursed spirit!reader, bunny girl!reader, mentions of death, light angst, fluff, comfort, friendship, romance

You were just like all the others. A condensed black orb, pungent like garbage as Suguru swallowed you whole. It was an action, a taste he was so used to, that vile stench seeping into his throat, his bones, his soul. Each orb had a slightly different taste, some of pure anger, others of greed and envy. Others of feelings far more sinister. Yours was a taste of cold snow, of loneliness, of hunger, of abandonment. His hand subtly touched the cold stone wall of the alleyway. Suguru just needed a moment, a few seconds, before he would join up with Shoko and Satoru, who were busy deciding where to go for dinner after that bothersome mission they had just finished. The familiar nausea built up in his throat again as he threaded one of his hands through his black silk hair. It was the same as always, another curse consumed, a new tool on his belt. An endless cycle.

Until a faint strawberry scent wafted around him, inside of him. Soft yet cold arms gently wrapping around his neck as you materialized. Giggles bubbled from your soft lips as you nuzzled against him, your soft rabbit ears slightly twitching against his chin as you looked up at him with a strange sense of adoration. Your master.

Satoru and Shoko had nearly died of laughter the first time they saw Suguru emerge from the alleyway, a bunny girl latched onto his arm, both of them clutching their stomachs as Suguru told them to shut up in a tired, irritated tone. You looked on, tilting your head from behind Suguru’s back, your ears twitching as you watched him interact with the two other humans. The laughter, the flicking of foreheads, the bickering. It was all so foreign, so fascinating. So warm. 

You were harmless under Suguru’s control, something he had to assure Yaga the first time he came back to campus with you still latched to his arm, your cheek pressed to his shoulder as you rubbed your strawberry scent onto him as he continued to ignore the sensation. You refused to go away when he attempted to unsummon you, even when he glared and spoke coldly. You just pouted and looked away, still clinging to his arm. Why would you ever go stay in that boring, dreary abyss when you could stay here, where you got to see how those silly humans always interacted? Where you got to nuzzle against your warm, delicious-smelling master no matter how irritated his tone got.  

The first night at the dorm, Suguru had told you, ordered you to sit on the floor and not touch anything. Initially, he had said that you should stay in Shoko’s dorm room or one of the spare rooms as it would be more ‘proper’. Shoko gave him a blank look and Satoru had nearly laughed until tears sprang from his eyes at that notion. Proper!? Sure you looked like a cute bunny girl, like something out of some goofy anime, but you were just a cursed spirit. Nothing more (it was at this point that Suguru’s ears turned red and he told them to forget it, dragging you off into his dorm room, muttering under his breath). 

It hadn’t even turned 10 pm yet on that digital alarm clock Suguru kept on his bedside table when you had already snuggled up beside him in his small bed. Too cramped, too warm, too soft. Your strawberry scent too fragrant as your soft, fluffy ears tickled against his nose, your cheek against his chest. He sighed and grumbled, telling you to get off, swatting away your ears. A distraction away from those thoughts that sometimes kept him up at night, swirling deep beneath his dark eyes. The continued nuzzling against his chest, the flickering of your fluffy ears forcing him to look down, away from the dark ceiling he was far too familiar with, and instead into your big, sparkly eyes.            

At first, it was assumed that you didn’t speak at all because although your humanoid form was quite impressive, you weren’t that powerful compared to some of the other curses Suguru had. You hadn’t spoken a single word for the whole first month. It wasn’t until that sunny afternoon, the four of you sitting on a grassy patch on campus, that you had pointed at Satoru and called him ‘dum-dum’. He had immediately shut up, blue eyes wide, his usual smug grin wiped off his face, ending his talk on that topic he always brought up that you didn’t really understand but knew Suguru disliked, the words that always made him think far too much on those occasional rainy days, during those silent nights. 

‘Big dummy!’

You pouted again at the white-haired boy. Shoko and Suguru were silent for a moment, all eyes on you. Shoko broke the silence first, leaning over to pat your head in the way you loved, your ears twitching happily as she nonchalantly called you a good bunny while Satoru huffed, reaching over to pinch your cheeks as he pouted at Suguru, telling him to make his curse behave. Suguru was still silent, his eyes almost like liquid gold in the bright afternoon sun, a ghost of something soft and forgotten etched into his face before he eventually chuckled, joining in on the ruckus.  

‘Sugu!’

That was what you called him, his full name too complex for your limited speech. ‘What’s that, Sugu?’, ‘Want this, Sugu!’, ‘Buy that, Sugu!’, those words leaving your pouty lips on a daily basis. He’d always roll his eyes and flick your ear, placing one of his big hands on your head to get you to calm down with that warm, rubbing motion.

‘Ice cream, Sugu!’

Strawberry ice cream was your favorite of all the human foods you tried. You didn’t need it, you didn’t need any food as Suguru often reminded you whenever you stole a bite of his food or expected a sip of his drink. But you loved to eat regardless, the sensations, the tastes always made your ears twitch, your eyes sparkle in that way that always made Suguru sigh exasperatedly to hide his smile as he let you have another taste. As much as he loved to blame everyone else for letting you try too many snacks (especially Yu), always calling you a greedy brat, Suguru had been the first to take his wallet out on that hot summer day. The first to hand you that slightly melted strawberry ice cream cone that had made your eyes light up like fireworks.  

‘Hug, Sugu!’

Another cursed spirit exorcised, another one to consume. Like always, that vile stench filled Suguru’s throat as he swallowed it down, seeping into his bones. That festering taste that coated his tongue. Until your soft, human-like arms gently wrapped around his neck, an attempt to imitate comfort like you saw other humans do, your fleshy cheek on his shoulder as your subtle strawberry scent filled his nose, your fluffy ears tickling his chin. Hoping that the embrace was as soothing for him as it was for you. A light sweet scent, a warm feeling that was always able to seep past the suffocating, endless black slime, into his tongue, his throat, his bones. A soft strawberry aroma filling him straight to his soul.   

‘Wait, Sugu!’

That day, that awful, awful day, you did something naughty. Something bad. You crushed that small, gross purple spirit beneath your foot without a single ounce of hesitation. Smearing it against the ground before it could approach Suguru and cry out for him, latch onto him in the vile way it intended. It had belonged to that awful man who had taken away Suguru’s new friend, your new friend. Forever. It had been something you hadn’t really considered before, the frailty of human life. 

Until that human girl with the blue braids appeared. The one that Satoru and Suguru had been tasked to protect. That girl who had been fascinated by the twitching of your soft ears but huffed when you approached her, who couldn’t help but release her pent-up laughter when Satoru pinched your cheeks and tugged your ears as you pouted back while Suguru sighed. Her eyes had sparkled with a feeling you knew quite well. A familiar desire. That sunlight-filled afternoon on that beautiful beach, where you held out your prized strawberry ice cream cone (Suguru had bought you two scoops!) and her eyes sparkled so beautifully as she bashfully had a little taste, the two of you sharing smiles and laughter.

You would have fought against that tall man with the small scar on his mouth. Fight until your soul shattered, until you faded to nothingness if you had to. You would protect your master no matter what. But the moment that man appeared, the moment Riko lay limp on the floor, Suguru had sealed you tightly away into that deep, dark abyss as he released the other curses from it, his hands so close to trembling. That was the first time you realized that Suguru could seal you away whenever he wished. That he had never felt the need to do so until that moment when that little feeling of fear, of selfishness sank into his bones. The feeling of being sealed into that dark, empty abyss, so far away from that warmth, that familiar scent that you adored made you tremble. You hated it more than anything you had ever hated before. 

It didn’t matter to you if that little purple spirit could have been a valuable tool for Suguru. It didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to have its sludge seep into Suguru’s throat, didn’t deserve to be etched into Suguru’s soul. It didn’t deserve your Suguru. Its vile energy faded away beneath your heel and you turned to follow after Suguru’s retreating figure.

‘Wait, Sugu!’

You called again as you caught up and latched onto his arm, your soft hand entwined with the slightly limp one he had tried to keep buried in his pocket. Your familiar strawberry scent so heavy on his nose, like a thick blanket. You wouldn’t let go of him for the rest of that day, that night. For the rest of his life. No matter what. 

‘Eat, Sugu!’

You pouted, pressing the chopsticks to his chapped lips until they lightly parted. It was another solo mission for Suguru, there were so many of those now, which meant it was just the two of you. His dark eyes moved from looking out of the train window to your face. He sighed and chewed, swallowing down the warm rice of the lunch bento you had begged him to buy. His hand running through his dark hair as he went back to looking out the train window. Mouth opening each time you pressed the chopsticks to his lips. 

‘Stinky, Sugu!’

You giggled as you dragged his exhausted body to stand under the hot steam of the shower. He stood silent, eyes closed as always while you hummed and washed his hair, his face, and his body. Wrapping your cold arms around his warm, damp body. Your lips pressing a little soft kiss to his chest, his heart, his soul. The fluttering of his lashes as he looked down at you, his eyes so dark, so tired. His forehead coming to rest on the top of your head, on your soft, fluffy ears. Drowning in your strawberry scent as the warm water droplets dripped down his skin.  

‘‘So pretty, Sugu!’

You cooed as you brushed and played with his long damp hair. He scoffed and rolled his tired eyes, his ears red as he grumbled his complaints despite leaning back more into your touch. Calling you annoying, like always, as you rubbed your face against his freshly clean hair. He always smelled best like this, the scent so light, so easy to miss. The scent of just Suguru.  

‘Sweet dreams, Sugu!’

You beamed like always, cuddling up to him as he sighed, exhausted from a long day. His voice soft and quiet in the dark dorm room. Your cold cheek nuzzling against the fabric of his t-shirt, your eyes like little bright stars, legs tangled together. A ghost of a smile on his lips as his hand ran through your hair, stroking your ears. His eyes drooping and finally closing as he drifts off to sleep, your arms never leaving their place around his waist.

‘Hurry, Sugu!’

You called out impatiently, ears twitching, waiting for him to catch up with the two little girls in his arms. Villagers were peeking out of blinds, soft, frantic whispers from behind doors. They couldn’t see you, of course, their eyes only trained on Suguru’s tall figure and the little human girls with bruises covering their faces, but you still didn’t like how those gazes felt. Eyes too full of suspicion, of hate. Of cruelty. A perfect breeding ground for negativity, for curses, for things like you. You could feel it call out to you, attempting to unearth those memories of a lifetime ago that you kept deep within your soul. Of frigid, snowy days. Of bone-numbing hunger. Of that damp cardboard box.

But Suguru had already exorcised the curse that had plagued the village, the tips of your cold fingers still stained with the dark liquid it had bled. He had gotten the two little girls from that dark, caged shack, and already made a call to Yaga. The warm car was ready to take you back to the familiar grounds of the school campus, Shoko awaiting in the infirmary room, Yaga filling out paperwork. All that was left to do was leave.    

‘Too cold, Sugu!’

You whined and pouted as you got hit by yet another snowball before you could even throw yours. You almost looked like a snowman with the amount of snow that covered you. Shoko, your supposed snowball partner, had abandoned you for a smoke break under the warmth of the courtyard roof where Mimiko and Nanako were giggling with cups of warm hot cocoa. Shoko sent you a thumbs up whenever you sadly pouted in her direction, leaving you all alone to deal with the relentless snowballs (and teasing words) that Suguru and Satoru chucked your way. Those two meanies were ganging up on you! How cruel your master could be sometimes…

But…it was worth it. To see the red flush of his cheeks due to the cold, the way his eyes closed as he and Satoru grinned and laughed together. And so giggles bubbled from your cold, pouty lips. Mimiko and Nanako finally running to your side once they had finished up all of their hot cocoa, forming little snowballs in their mitten-covered hands. Satoru shouting how he wasn’t going to hold back against little girls before Suguru elbowed him in the stomach, giving him an exasperated look. His eyes like honey when he eventually called you over, dusting the snow off your cheeks, your hair, off your long fluffy ears with his large, warm hand. A frigid, snowy day turned so warm.   

‘So sweet, Sugu..’

A murmur against his lips before going back for more. The strawberry ice cream cone long forgotten. Your sweet strawberry taste coating his lips, his mouth, his tongue. The cold, sticky pink ice cream dripping down his hand onto his dark pants. His hand firm on the back of your head. Another warm spring day. Another mission finished. Another sweet reward. The taste of his smile on your tongue.       

‘Cake, Sugu!’

You beamed excitedly, tugging on Suguru’s sleeve to grab his attention away from Satoru as Yu and Nanami brought out the large white cake. The classroom had been turned into a makeshift party room, with balloons and banners as well as the piles of confetti that Satoru had thrown around. A little pink party hat attached to your head. A graduation celebration. You still didn’t really get it, why it was so important. Wouldn’t everything still be the same?

Satoru whining as Nanami cut you a cake slice that was supposedly larger than his (the strongest deserved the biggest slice!). Shoko half listening as Yaga lectured her about the case of beer he had discovered in the infirmary room (yet again). Yu hyping up Mimiko and Nanako for the amusement park trip you all would be taking tomorrow, their eyes solely focused on him with rapt attention and excitement, his laughter bright and cheery as he talked about cotton candy and roller coasters. Suguru sitting at one of the desks, legs spread out as he ate from his small cake slice, telling Satoru to get over himself (yet again).   

It would all be the same. You leaning over the desk, pouting at Suguru for a bite of his cake in exchange for yours (his always tasted better…). Suguru giving you an unimpressed look before indulging in your request, smearing a bit of frosting against your nose as he did so. His lips tilting up into what was supposed to be a smirk if it hadn’t been so soft. A flick to your nose and then the gentle brushing of his thumb against it to soothe your pouts.  

It would all be the same. Except that there would be no more nights in that small dorm room, warm and pressed together in that little bed. Instead, the two of you would have a whole little apartment to yourselves. A studio apartment, with a small kitchen, a bathtub, and a large, plush bed. Windows overlooking a quiet part of the city. A three story building wedged between a flower shop and a convenience store. Just the right size for Suguru to relax in after a day of teaching or going on missions. The tub big enough to fit both of you comfortably. The bed not too big so that your limbs would still intertwine, your head on his chest, his hand on your head, swatting your ears from tickling his face too much. 

‘Love you, Sugu..’

Perhaps it was a lie. Could a curse truly love? You didn’t know, Suguru didn’t know. But neither of you truly cared. The sweet words you always loved to say didn’t matter. The ticklish feeling of your soft ears on his chin, his nose. Your cheek to his chest, your cold arms around his warm body. His hand threading through your hair, rubbing your ears. Smiles and pouts, smirks, laughter, frustrations and tears. Eyes brighter then fireworks, lips pressed together so gentle yet hungry. Skin pressed to skin in the warmth of the bath. Hot summer days sharing ice cream. Crisp fall days laughing under the swirling of golden leaves. Snowy winter days, cheeks so red yet hands so warm. Sleepy rainy spring days, under the warmth of the blanket. The silence after battle, wiping away the sweat, the blood. Kissing away the taste of garbage. Your soft strawberry scent always present in his nose, his throat, his dreams.The way your name, your fragrance, your essence was etched into his bones, his soul, and his etched into yours. That was what mattered.     

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[xmintpiex]

wc: 1882

pairing: Mahito x female reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, fem!reader, naive!reader, mentions of reader having a mom that has passed, mentions of food and cooking, mentions of death, violence, killing, mentions of somnophilia, non-con, dub-con, oral, piv sex, breeding, Mahito (although he’s pretty soft in this)

Mahito was glad. He was pleased with his patience at that time, so many months ago now, when you had held out your umbrella for him to seek shelter with you, that he had not disfigured you. The way your eyes peered down at him as you leaned down to where he sat on the cold wet pavement, your eyes so full of warmth and concern, it had been so tempting. To see that silly, naive look on your face, that bright smile of yours contort into that delicious fear he loved so much. So, so tempting to reach out and touch your soul, to taste it, to mold it to whatever he wanted.

He had so many opportunities to toy with you and reshape you after you asked him so sweetly to stay with you, to live with you. Your eyes were full of worry, and cute little tears gathered in your eyes when you reached the conclusion that he had no place to go, that he was all alone in the world, and needed to be cared for, needed a friend.

It had been so entertaining, so foolish how you couldn’t see what he was, how you couldn't recognize the way his smile stretched too wide, too cheerful, how dark and predatory his eyes were when they stared at your soft face, that Mahito decided to go along with it.

He decided to leave that damp, dark sewer, where he thrived, where he could feel and taste the constant delicious hatred that dripped down from the unsuspecting crowds that roamed above. He left his little toys down in that damp sewer and instead opted to play with the little trinkets you kept in your tiny apartment, read all the books that nearly burst out of your cluttered bookshelves, and just lay on your sun-drenched couch as he watched whatever program was airing on tv.

You made food for him. Human food. Something that he had no use for, that would do nothing to satiate him. It annoyed him a bit at first, how you had set that bowl of stew down in front of him as if he was a human. As if he was on the same level as you. So weak and pathetic.

He debated grabbing you right then, as you sat across from him with your own bowl of stew, that silly smile on your face. He wondered what to do with you, perhaps he would make you into a large crescent, like that smile that graced your face too often, or perhaps he should make you so tiny that you would look like nothing more than a pebble. Yes, he would make you into a cute perfectly shaped pebble, toss you onto the sidewalk for you to be carelessly, ignorantly trampled on.  

But then you mentioned how the stew was a recipe from a cookbook that you had inherited from your mother, how your goal was to create each and every recipe that she had left in that messy, sticky note-ridden, old book. That little bit of hope he saw grow in your eyes as you shyly said you’d like him to taste them all as well, if he wanted to of course.

He decided he could wait, and he tried his best to mirror that little smile that graced your face (his smile always ended up being too wide, too cold, but you never seemed to notice), as he adjusted the grip on your hand to replicate a friendly touch. He would let that hope grow bigger in your eyes until it overflowed into the redness of your cheeks and the curve of your smile. His smile became toothy and childlike, almost genuine as he imagined the day he’d get to drain that overflowing warmth from your eyes. He’d patiently wait until you reached that very last page of that cookbook, it’d be so worth it.

He had intended to play with you, toy with you like he was used to doing with humans. Those first few nights he lay awake on the futon you set up for him in your small living room, mismatched eyes glowing like that of a predator as he heard every breath and movement you made behind the closed door of your bedroom. That soft futon was full of too many fuzzy blankets, too many soft pillows due to your worry of Mahito getting too cold.

He contemplated transforming into something large and shadowy when you sleepily, barely awake, made your way to the bathroom for a quick pee late at night. Or perhaps he would slink into your room, and squeeze and touch your body in whatever way he pleased under the cold moonlight. He planned on haunting you so well, a ghost of touch here, a little shadow in the corner of your eye there, that you would come to him with pathetic tears and beg him to hold you. You had already told him you were afraid of the dark after all, all you needed was a push. 

But he had not even lifted a finger on that night you had creakily opened your bedroom door, calling his name so delicately. He could already see the tremble of your soft figure, the fear that consumed your eyes even before you turned the hallway light on. You had reached out on your own to shakily take his hand, wishing for his company, to make sure that he was there.

All he had to do was firmly hold your fragile hand and whisper a few words of hollow comfort as he let you slowly walk him to your bed. Your bed was soon his bed too, your warm soft body becoming his most comfortable pillow all because of that absurd nightmare you had of something bad happening to him.  

He had wanted to call you his doll, his cute little doll. And he did at first, enjoying the way your cheeks would flush as he nuzzled against you like an overgrown cat and asked what his little doll was up to. But you were not a doll, that warm look in your eye, the gentleness of your touch as you dried his wet hair after his baths were not things that he had to twist out of you.

There were no strings he had to pull to have you on your knees for him as you lovingly suckled on his cock, swallowing every last drop. No need to force your legs open for him to drown in the delicious taste of your pussy. Every thought that danced in that silly head of yours, every movement of your tempting lips was your own to create.

Occasionally he will see other curses when he is out, roaming the city because you are not home and he’s already finished whatever mundane chore you had sweetly asked him to do. Some curses gravitate to him, aware of his strength, wanting to follow him in creating utter delicious mayhem on the oblivious humans that walk past. He’s tempted, of course, he was made to indulge in the terror, sorrow, and hatred that he can so easily cause.

A simple touch of his hand and he can have this city drown in delicious chaos for him to drink up. But he never does. Instead, he sneaks a bag of pastries from that bakery you have been talking about, the one with the too-long line that is always entirely sold out by the time you are done with work.   

Because this was so much better. The feeling of his large hands digging into your soft plush thighs, leaving more deep marks on that delicate skin of yours. The way your hot tight pussy clamped down on his cock, the cock he shaped so perfectly just for you, as he filled you up in the way you so sweetly asked for.

You could do nothing more but mewl and babble in pleasure and latch onto him as if he was the only thing tethering you to this world. His name was the only sound that left your puffy, kiss-bruised lips, and your cute tear-filled eyes only looked at him, so full of pleasure, trust, and love. He knows it’s love because you tell him so every morning and every night, paired with a little kiss on his patchwork cheek. You murmur those three words over and over again as you sink into the mattress as he presses himself against you. He could so easily lie and say it back, even though he knows that love is impossible for him, he was not created with that in mind. But he doesn’t say it back, because he doesn’t have to lie to make you smile so brightly for him.

He doesn’t have to concoct ways to get you to talk to him, to kiss him, to hold his hand in that soft way you always do. So instead he calls you cutie, pretty, beautiful, and he means it. He calls you his favorite human, his forever favorite, and he tells you that you are his and you always will be. Because that is true. You can feel it in how he nips at your skin, his teeth sharp and always present yet oh so gentle as he leaves countless marks all over your body. You can feel it when he refuses to let his tongue and lips leave your puffy clit, despite how much liquid already trickles out of your pussy. You can feel it when he pouts and holds you close against him when you have to leave for work before letting you go with a noisy smooch, knowing you’ll return home later, return to him later. He’ll always make sure of that.

You can feel what you mean to him when he picks you up and twirls you around once you’ve cooked that last meal from your mother’s old cookbook, and it is just as delicious as you remember, perhaps even better. How he tickles your little tears away into sweet giggles. He shows you the brand new cookbook that he “found”, the one that you had been debating on buying. He pouts and rolls his eyes when you try and tell him yet again how stealing is bad. You can never stay mad at him for long though, especially when he points out the recipes he’s already marked with sticky notes, the recipes he wants you to make for him, and even a few he wants to make for you (he swears he won't cause a fire this time).

His mismatched eyes are full of excitement, mainly because of that warm bubbly look on your face, that soft smile he craves to see every day. But also because of the whole stack of cookbooks he has hidden away deep within your closet, and he can’t wait to see your reaction to that revelation once you are finished with this one, excited to see if you will pout so cutely as you try to scold him and hide that twinkling look that always overflows out of your eyes and into every crevice of your face. But he can wait as long as it will take for you to get through this cookbook. It’ll be so worth it. 

#mahito x female reader #mahito x reader #mahito smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #xmintpiex work

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❈Master List❈

Strawberry Dreams (sfw, Geto Suguru x reader) - here, ao3

Patience On a Rainy Day (nsfw, Mahito x reader) - here, ao3

#xmintpiex work #masterlist