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sukuna finds out another man put his hands on you…♡
(part of trueform!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series) ೃ࿔*:· m.list
the doors to your chambers swing open with brute force, followed by heavy footsteps coming towards you.
sukuna.
he had summoned you to his chambers not long ago, like he does most nights, expecting you to arrive promptly. though this time, you didn’t show up at all.
for the first time, you flinch as he steps closer, one hand pressed to the angry bruise forming along your cheek and jaw. he stands in front of you, four arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes narrowed in irritation.
“you were summoned," he growls, voice low and unamused. “yet here you sit here like some disobedient brat who thinks she can do whatever she pleases."
you look away, turning away just enough for sukuna to spot your split lip, followed by a glimpse of the bruise below your palm that you so desperately tried to hide.
he stops, almost softening. “move your hand."
he wasn’t asking, he was demanding.
"it’s nothing, i’m sorry i kept you waiting," you say gingerly.
sukuna had never seen this side of you. cowering away from him, fragile and quiet — the woman he knew was bold, radiant, full of life.
someone had taken that from you, from him. he didn’t know who, or why, but he did know that they’d pay for it. he knew they’d be sorry and begging for their life soon enough.
two of his hands moved before you could attempt to stop them, one tilting your chin up firmly, the other moving your hand from your face.
his jaw clenches instantly. “who did this to you."
you swallow, voice small and vulnerable. “i told you, it’s nothing. please, kuna—"
his grip tightens, thumb pressing against the blooming bruise on your cheek, making you wince. "speak, woman. don’t make me ask twice."
so you did, stumbling over details, explaining how you’d gone to the markets and a man struck you for standing in his way. sukuna listens without blinking, his grip softening once you’d spilled every last detail.
the room goes silent for a moment. you notice the way his fists clench, the way he grits his teeth in anger. the fact another man had put his hands on you had him seething — someone had dared to touch what belongs to him.
you knew he wouldn’t react this way if it had been any other woman.
“uraume," he shouts suddenly, making you jump, heart pounding in your chest as you begin to imagine what comes next.
they appear almost instantly, lingering in the doorway, ready for instructions.
“tend to the wound, then bring her back to my chamber. i will return shortly." uraume bows their head in acknowledgement, leaving the doorway to fetch the necessary supplies.
sukuna watches you for a moment longer than necessary, jaw tight, before turning on his heel. he doesn’t say a word. he doesn’t need to.
you knew exactly where he was as going.
sukuna returns less than an hour later, blood soaking his arms and chest, dripping down the black tattoos that marked his skin. he looked utterly unbothered, wiping one hand lazily on his robes as if he’d merely crushed an insect.
you perch on the end of his bed, staring, heart hammering. you wait for him to talk first.
“he will not bother you again," sukuna says flatly, sitting beside you. you turn to look at him with glassy eyes, exhaling deeply before nodding, thanking him silently.
two arms pull you against his side with surprising care, though his voice remained low and bored. “you will not go to the markets alone from now on. uraume will accompany you."
his lower eyes flickered to the now cleaned bruise, and for the briefest second his thumb brushed just beneath it, almost tenderly.
you look at him for a long moment, grateful to him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you truly realise the depth of his devotion to you.
even if he’d never admit it.
you lean in, pressing a soft, adoring kiss to his lips, placing one hand on his blood-soaked chest. he holds your wrist against his chest, accepting your affection, kissing you back possessively.
his silent way of saying, ‘you’re mine.’
A/N; next post in this series will be some absolutely delicious creamtastic smut i promise!
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“They said they wanted a vampire relationship with no age gap”
“No age gap??!?!?”
“And no non-con elements”
“NO NON CON?”
“And no coercion or otherwise manipulative behaviors”
“Joe they want a vampire with NOTHING”
I just had a cough attack infront of the kid im baby sitting and my voice went down like three octaves and now hes looking at me weird 😭😭
꒰ TATTED, BLOND AND ... DILF?! — katsuki bakugou ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ
summary — the blond man in the club looks too old to be here. unfortunately, that only makes him hotter ᝰ.ᐟ
— cw : female reader, age gap (katsuki late 30s, reader mid 20s), flirting, drinking, pet names, suggestive .ᐟ
"Holy shit"
"I know.
"He's hot"
"I know." you whisper, shovelling the drink down your throat as you throw a glance over your shoulder.
The club reeks of sweat, booze and cheap cologne. The bass rattling so hard you're convinced your ribcage might burst. It's been three hours of this — three hours of shifting weight from one foot to the other as you pretend your feet don't ache.
In all honesty, you'd been looking for an out. Racking every inch of your brain for a reason to drag mina home and spend the rest of your night in your pjs watching sitcoms — that is, until you finally found a reason to stay.
Blonde, tatted and built — and at minimum twice your age. Tucked away in a corner booth with his arm slung over the leather seat, the other clutched around a glass of amber liquor.
He looks grumpy, angry. Like someone dragged him away from his regularly scheduled programming to be here, and he was not happy about it.
Is he a bad person? Yes.
Do I want to fix him? Hell no.
Do I wanna ride it? Absolutely.
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Yandere Boytoy! Who acts all confident and funny but becomes a babbling whiny mess the second you’re hand goes to his jeans button.
Yandere boytoy! Who’s confident enough to send you hundreds of dollars worth of flowers and show up to your Pilates class and stare at you the entire goddamn time but who’s face DROPS the second you actually look at him like you might want him.
Yandere boytoy! Who will spend his cute finance or tech big boy bonus to buy you a Bulgari serpenti bracelet but will cream his pants and cry if you actually send him a message that says “Thank You 💋” with a pic of it on your wrist(he will be using his absurd high graph hd expensive ass printer to make a photo and put it into a scrapbook he totally made when he learned who you were)
Yandere boytoy! Who somehow always knows where you are which is weird because you always post your stories after the fact and don’t recall EVER sharing your location so how the fuck-
Yandere boytoy! Who… has a job? But always seems like he’s in your business instead of his, so, this is really weird…
Yandere boytoy! Whose feelings you love messing with because you’re unsure about yours, but you know he’s cute, well off, and has a liking(crippling degrading delicious obsession) for you. ;)
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When you re watch an anime and your (old) new fictional crush dosnt even have any fics💔💔💔💔💔
LIKE PLEASE THATS MY MANNNNNNNN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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