Your First Husband Died Peacefully In His Sleep. You Had Nothing To Do With It.

I want to bite Suguru Geto. Anywhere will do but I just to need to bite him, just gnaw on him a bit to show my love.

Sometimes princess is a grown man who committed multiple crimes

The truth of it 🤣

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.”

Ah Yes. Me. My girlfriend. And her ¥75,000 plushie of myself.

TW- yandere behaviour, isolation, baby trapping, slight deification

Suguru had noticed you vaguely as a part of his congregation early on. You had a quieter demeanour than the others who flocked to him for selfish reasons. Your non-sorcerer status was not something that he could just over look so he didn’t pay much attention to you.

That was until he was until he saw you with the twins. He had brought them to the cult since no one could watch them and a meeting had ran too long. They had somehow managed to make it all the way to the lobby by the time he found them.

What he hadn’t expected was you to be crouched down to their level, speaking softly to them. You had a soft smile on your face as you had comforted them.

Maybe his obsession started then or when you had led them to him, a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.

All Suguru knows is that he can’t let you leave him or the girls now.

After a few weeks of him getting to know about you, about your family and all other aspects of your life he only is more enthralled. He starts to make a plan to get you in his arms.

Suguru would never force you, he isn’t a monster! You just need a push to see that only he can protect and love you the way you deserve. He can’t be blamed for helping you see what was obvious to him.

You are so confused and scared as the people close to you drop like flies. He feels bad at the panic in your eyes as you tell him that something has cursed you. But it is a small price to pay to keep you safe with him.

Suguru convinces you that he can’t let help you if you move in with him. He explains that demonic spirits cannot enter the time vessel building so as long as you stay here you won’t be touched. You mostly comply but when you get too adventurous he sends one of his curses to spook you back into his waiting arms.

He finds joy in soothing your worries and fears. Suguru always guides your weeping face into his chest for comfort. You have so many but you don’t need to worry about anything anymore, Suguru has you and he wasn’t going to let you go.

Because you are something divine, a being of pure light trapped in a non-sorcerer’s body and he is going to worship you the way you deserve. You have his undivided devotion for as long as he lives, he wouldn’t dream of letting a saint out of his arms.

When he finally coaxes you into his bed his conviction of you being divine is proven right. You are perfect in every way, you were made just for him, sent his way by fate to make up for his terrible existence.

When he convinces you to marry him you are presented as the saint you are. He dresses you in the finest clothing and you sit with him above his congregation.

But he sees how the men look at you so a screen is put up so they can only see a vague outline of you. He can’t let non-sorcerers see you, it would be too much for them.

Suguru’s heart breaks when you express your discontent with your life. His chest aches as you cry about how lonely you feel. He kisses away your tears and pulls you into his lap.

Maybe he should give you another child, he knows how much you adore the twins but a child that held both of your DNA could keep you here and happy. He can already see another child, one with your eyes, running around. And you would look so beautiful pregnant with his child.

That last thought steels his resolve.

Suguru will always make sure to keep you happy, with any means necessary.

Next drabble

I keep staring at the Saint doc and it stares back at me, then nothing gets done 🫠

After Saint I think I am going to do a tarot themed series, I don’t have everything worked out yet but it sounds fun

cw: suggestive (sucking suguboobs), some descriptions of suguru's chest, reader is a described as small but no further physical descriptions of body or features, gn!reader

suguru and tiny fae!reader sucking on his chest

what if you latch yourself onto his chest and just suckle away at it. slowly beginning to make a habit of it, and suguru would not not try to temp you. infact, the the opposite is true. he wears his robes looser around his chest, or shirts a few sizes too small, holding you close to his chest and often placing you there to rest when he sits or lays down.

from the beginning, you'd had a fascination with them, they had lured you, not quite seduction. its nothing sexual really, its an attraction more innocent than that. they're beckoning you towards them, drawing you in. it's inviting. intimate.

the smooth tan skin of his chest, decorated generously by the beauty marks scattered there now accompanied by little faint red marks by your teeth and tongue. his pretty plump nipples in stiffened to little peaks, pushing against the fabrics of his clothes (they're more sensitive than you'd have guessed, and while you'd like to take all the credit it would be far from the full truth)

sometimes he'll hold you there, sitting on your knees in the palms of his hand as you suck away at his chest, nibbling a little too. for good measure. sometimes you'll just run yourself face first into his soft though firm chest and attach on to him by any means possible, fisting his robes or his hair.

suguru would let you stay there as long as you'd like, eyes closed and a little bit of spit spilling from the corner of your mouth. you look so happy and peaceful, he could never dream of disturbing that.

he likes to pretend it doesn't effect him, that it's all for your enjoyment.

when his head laid back against the soft pillows of his bed and your laying on your belly on top of him, suckling away. you're so eager today, your little face wrinkled with focus and determination. his skin shines from your saliva and there are little nail marks on his skin, you're holding on for dear life all the while drawing the prettiest breathiest sounds from his parted lips.

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