Sorry For Being Inactive But Writers Block Has Been Kicking My Ass 😭

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.

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 apologize for the person i will become when nurse geto is animated

your order? my heart | gojo satoru.

flirting came easy to waitress gojo satoru.. effortless, really. he could throw a wink at any woman, didn’t matter the age, and they’d all melt like he planned it. stroked his ego every time.

but you?

you were a different story. a breath of fresh air, a whole reset. before any other waitress could blink, he was halfway across the restaurant just to get to your table first.

he barely processed your order, half-listening, half-staring. your voice had that pull, light and warm, like it could talk someone out of a coma. your smile? intoxicating. and your eyes..

god, your eyes.

back in the kitchen, he slumped dramatically over the counter, forehead pressed against the cold surface. his notepad was a mess of half-written orders and little doodles that looked suspiciously like you.

“you’re embarrassing,” suguru muttered, squinting at the page.

“she’s literally heaven-sent,” satoru whined, one hand clutching his shirt.

and from that moment on, it was a mission. no one else was allowed to serve your table. didn’t matter how busy it got, if it was going to you, he was delivering it.

every time he showed up, there was a flirty comment ready.

“careful, it’s hot. like the person i’m serving it to.”

he winked, proud of himself, completely unaware that he was holding a frozen yogurt parfait.

you raised an eyebrow. he didn’t notice. too busy floating.

other times, he fumbled.

“i told the kitchen to make it nice ‘cause… you seem like someone who deserves nice things. not that the other customers don’t. just—forget it.”

at first, it was funny and cute. then it got a little…concerning.

he started overloading your table with random dishes, food you didn’t order, food no one at your table ordered. other customers were starting to complain.

it was too late when he had noticed, only when suguru pointed it out.

just as he was about to rush over, panicking, mentally rehearsing his apology and calling himself every name in the book, chef yaga stormed over, smacking him upside the head with a clean, loud thwack right in front of you.

“it’s our busiest night and you’re out here fucking around. i’m sorry about this idiot,” yaga sighed, shooting you and your friend an apologetic look.

you laughed a little, soft and kind.

“it’s okay,” you said, glancing at gojo with a smile that knocked the wind out of him. “he’s probably just overwhelmed.”

his grin twitched, and a flush crept up his ears. he leaned against the table like it was all part of the plan.

“yeah, you get it, angel. since i ruined your dinner, it’s only fair i take you out and—”

“—get back to work, gojo!”

How do you decide what kinds of things you want to write over?

Hi!!

So it kind of depends on what has inspired me lately, so my first fic on here was inspired by Greek mythology and I have been a huge mythology nerd for forever.

Music also plays a big part in my life so if I hear a song I really like a story can come from that.

So it is mostly just what my brain latches onto at that time!

Thank you for asking!

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.”

Me rn

torn between wanting geto to show me off to all his followers or being obsessive over keeping me hidden from their sight at all costs

cult leader! suguru x reader who makes you nap on his bare chest during his meetings with whoever. he wraps his robe around you like a blanket and strokes your hair and rubs your back when you start fussing in your sleep. your precious sleeping form keeps him from crashing out on the nasties he has to talk to. don’t worry about embarrassment if someone does so much as looks at you funny they’ll be gone before they even know it, it took maybe two people before everyone was terrified to do so much as look at you. and when you wake up he’s hand feeding you fresh fruits and ignoring/kicking everyone out LMAO

Part 1

Over the years of your life as the Goddess of Spring you have seen many animals.

The young deer of the forest who teeter after their mothers, the chicks in the nests of sparrows. Every new life is under your care and you take that seriously, especially the ones that venture into your valley.

So when a inky black crow flies down to make himself at home in your valley you take notice. He struts through the field of wildflowers like he owns the place. The crow walks around and inspects the flowers.

You let out a giggle at his scrutiny of the flowers, you never knew that crows could be that judgemental before. Said crow looks up at you and you look a bit bashful as it stares into your eyes.

He walks over to you and you could swear you can see specks of purple in his obsidian eyes. Lifting up your forearm for him to perch he looks hesitant before he hops up on your arm.

As he perches on your arm you can see him better. His feathers sparkle under the light as he seems to preen under your gaze. A rainbow of colours shine when the sun hits them just right.

You run a finger under his beak and he caws appreciatively.

“You have beautiful plumage.” You remark.

The crow puffs out his chest in pride and you laugh at his show of ego.

“You are rather full of yourself as well.” You tease the bird with a laugh.

He deflates a little and you coo a soft apology to him, “I apologise for teasing you, kind visitor.”

The crow tilts his head towards you and you take it as an acceptance of your apology.

With a soft smile you pet his head, happy for the visitor. He is one of the few who visit this secluded valley to see you. Not that you aren’t popular, you are friends with most people on Olympus and the towns folk around here. But Utahime is protective and you are getting stifled by it.

Your sister has good intentions, you know her better than anyone else, but it is lonely.

So you are happy for the occasional visitor.