#nae's knightly rambles ── .⟢

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suguru's heart squeezes when he sees you sneeze because you walked past a flower

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if satoru ever caught you being mean to yourself he'd sit in front of you or pull you into his lap so your facing each other and delicately pinch your nose between his thumb and index finger making an incorrect buzzer sound as he does, then he says "oh, sounds like you got it wrong baby, why don't you try again."

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currently dreaming of a tiny tiny little version of yourself. maybe a you're a faerie, maybe one that injured or lost its wings?? no longer capable of flying.

and you end up making yourself at home on top of suguru's head and in his hair. god he'd take such such good care of you. keeping you safe and so far out of harms way your survival instincts start to soften up until they disappear — put simply, you no longer need them. gently caressing your little face in his hands, feeding you with little ceramic dishes he made just for you. he'd coo at everything you'd do and it can be soo embarrassing. your embarrassment only spurs him on tho; it incredibly endearing to him.

it's so so hard for him to control the urge to pull you into a crushing bear hug, or squishing you a little too hard while you rest in his hand (suguru feels cuteness aggression towards you so very strongly but he's kinda good at keeping it in check) he manages to control the urge because he will not even entertain the idea of crushing you. you're his baby and you've chosen him to be your home.

your home he shall be.

• suggestive blurb

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introducing sukuna to the culture of binge watching and comfort films/television. i think he'd frankly be so confused by it, a little put off too. the idea simply not appealing to him. after all, this is a centuries old curse we're talking about. but oh the old curse loves you. he cares for you, and that means he also cares for the things you care for.

you'll explain to him that it's like when you enjoy a book so much you'll spend the night trying to read as much of it as possible instead of sleeping. he wants to reply that it wouldn't be truly enjoyable because you aren't taking the time to fully understand and digest the contents of the book ignoring how tired you would be (not him you stay safe out there), but he doesn't. choosing to curtly nod along to your words instead.

that's how he got here, sitting together on the couch, your smaller form resting between his strong thighs. the blankets are thrown aside, there is no use for them. his warm body against your back and four arms wrapped around you are enough to keep the nights coolness of the air at bay. there's an array of snacks on the table (your favourites and a few of the ones you know he loves but would never admit) and your favourite franchise playing on the tv.

the development of his interest starts slow, as critique. hardly there at all really but it builds. slowly gaining more and more interest in the plot (or lack there of), more invested in the lives of the characters and their choices, he's even beginning to mentally pick his favourites. watching through the series you've raved about so passionately and he starts to get it. not that he doubts you have good taste, i mean .. look at him, this really only acts as reinforcement to that belief.

now sukuna is picking up the remote and trying to click for the next part. cradling you in a pair of his arms as the other holds the remote and brings the snacks you've set up to his mouth (the one his face since you're laying there). it goes on, he hardly feels the time pass. your little giggles at his annoyed comments, you're recitation of parts from the dialogue from memory, and 'shhh shh, this is a really good part', defending your favourite characters as he does the same for his own. until he feels your breaths slow, and your voice getting heavier, chest rising and falling in calm against him. you've fallen asleep, the episodes over, and sukuna doesn't know how to work the remote to find the next one.

(he could figure it out is he tried just a little, it's really not all that difficult. but no, he's just gonna sit there like a fat old grumpy cat until you wake up and do it for him. because why would he bother if he can have a pretty thing like you take care of him instead)

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if satoru ever finds you cocooned in a blanket he'll just plops himself on top of you (as softly as he can)

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i would like to propose a hear me out cake with the mutuals

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if nerdjo saw you putting your hair up using a pencil or pen he's gonna need to pause everything he's doing and run a couple laps around the library and maybe do a few backflips to keep himself from collapsing and possibly dying in front of you (that wouldn't be cool or suave or nonchalant of him)

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cw: suggestive ? (sucking suguboobs), v v fluffy, descriptions of suguru's chest, brief mention of spit & hickies/marks, gn!reader

suguru and tiny fae!reader sucking his chest

what if you latch yourself onto his chest and just suckle away at it. you're 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 hes sitting or laying 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. soft, warm, and plush. 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 silken 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. other times you'll just fly yourself face first into his soft though firm chest and attach yourself to him by any means possible, fisting his robes, his skin, or pieces of his pretty long hair.

suguru would let you stay there for you as long as you'd like, eyes closed blissfully 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. cooing at you softly and showering you in more compliments than you could handle. the sweet words making your head buzz.

when his head laid back against the soft cushions of the couch, long locks spilling over its edge like a dark inky waterfall. he likes to pretend it doesn't effect him, that it's all for your enjoyment.

you're laying on your belly atop 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 crescent nail marks on his skin, you're holding on for dear life but it's all worth it because you're rewarded by the soft deep breathy sounds from sugurus parted lips.

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i have mangoes!! but.. none of my mangoes are ripe

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suguru as a fallen angel makes sm sense to me . it just clicks. because, angels, are created perfect. they cannot do wrong , they cannot sin, they do not question. they are crafted by the hand of god from the purest light. not clay as humans and the beasts of the earth are. angels do not bend. they do not break.

and suguru is an angel but he isn't free of sin. he's made of light but there is evil that consumes him. he questions and thinks and ponders and second guesses. he is capable of fault and in what should be the divine perfection of angels, he has cracks and fractures and half healed wounds . suguru does not bend. does not bend but he'll break. all at once, he'll collapse helplessly in a heap

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as hard as he may be suguru does not approve of your lip biting habits

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anyway.. i saw a lemonade stand for the first time in the longest time ever today. these two little girls and their mom were setting it up and the girls were going around telling ppl abt it .and they came to me and were like, excuse me would like to come to our lemonade stand and buy a cup for a one dollar. <- so fucking cute btw. it made me think of mimiko and nanako trying to set up their single mother father suguru. leading you back to the stand and offering you a cup. trying to urge a conversation between you and suguru .

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suguru wouldn't let you have floor time in peace. no way. if he finds your curled up on the floor he'll pick you up and swaddle you in blankets and put you on the bed petting your hair softly and telling you not to do it again scolding you with a pretty smile on his face

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when you start dating suguru you screen time will absolutely plummet . it's not even intentional but reasons for you spend hours holding your phone start to dissipate. the need for it simple leaving you. suguru's company, even if that means only being sat side by side in the quiet of the couch, is enough to give you all the dopamine release you need.

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suguru would have you sit in front of him whether that means in his lap, between his legs, or in a chair/on a couch as he stands or sits behind you to. why you ask, well to do your hair for you. meticulously, skillfuly, tirelessly he'll finger coiling each and every curl with all the care in the world and then some. no matter how long or thick your hair may be. how coarse or dry. he will do it. every curl will feel his love. suguru will ensure it. he'd be applying your products into your hair and massaging your scalp. oh, and he knows just the right amount of pressure to apply to have you purring and sighing at the feeling and nuzzling into his ginormous hands. he'd listen so intently to your little sighs at the feeling of having you hair and scalp cared for the way you deserve. and your hair has never looked better.

curly girlies rise ✊ (and share products recs pls!!)

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sukuna and toji remind me of dads in the way that if they see your gaze lingering on something while you guys are out or see that you liked something they'd bought you; you'll never see the end of it. it reappears in your home as if by magic (of your thoughtful boyfriend)

toji sees that you really liked the cookies from the bakery? he aways brings one around for you

sukuna notices your setting spray is running out? he gets you a new one (and one to keep in his car, and minis to put in each of your bags)

toji finds you lingering around a certain flower shop? you'll wake up to a pretty flower arrangement and a sweet roughly written note at your door. (new ones come just as the last bouquet starts to wilt because he keeps a few from the arrangement he makes to to know when you need fresh flowers again)

you take a liking to a new fruit, your fridge is suddenly stocked full of them (somehow, even when they aren't in season). just as they begin to run out there are two dozen more in their place before you even notice