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Hi! Friendo ~ •ᴗ• Putting the last question under read more, cuz I am easily embarrassed.
0: Height: 1.64cm, or around 5'2-5'3 in USA System, I think? Am short ( • ༝•)
1: Age: Range from 19-22 (Keeping it in range, cuz a lotta people follow this blog.)
6: Age you get mistaken for: 19 Every single time, since always, straight up, the dads of my friends in middle school would ask me where I was working at, when they saw me with their daughters. I hate it. Apparently, I'm just forever that age.
13: Biggest turn ons: Incest lmao, I'm pan so it doesn't really matter for me either way, I can appreciate both just fine, but specifically older brother/little sister stuff really does it for me, futanari, breeding, cow girl stuff (like anime cow girls), group sorta harem stuff, teacher/student stuff as well (But only when the student is the dominating part, lol)
Specifically, I have such a fetish for thigh jobs, or whatever that's called.
Public places stuff as well, like trains and whatever, and the more usual stuff I suppose, domination, slapping, spanking, dirty talk, humiliation, knife play, wax play, lactation, and praise, lots of praise
Actually, is there a kink for when a guy absolutely destroys your guts, and then he's really nice to you and brings you chocolate and helps you clean up, cuz I got that too.
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Daily Reminder, Day Seven —
❝ Good morning, Lord Richter-- Here I am, with a little gift once again. I figured those flowers might be starting to wilt, so I made sure to cut and wrap these myself for you. ❞
Today she had arrived with a second bouquet, one of red carnations, a little more vibrant than the last bunch but still well suited for his favoured darker interior.
❝ It's been a week thus far. . . But don't think I plan on stopping any time soon, hehe. Same time, tomorrow? ❞
// A slightly toned down reminder for him today :)) BUT NOT FOR YOU WHIN: A REMINDER THAT ILYSM AND YOURE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. Richter better be paying you handsomely for running his blog so well 🙄♥️
❝ It has been a week, hasn’t it? And yet you’ve shown up every day, without fail. I commend you.❞
The man was rather tired today, or at least more than usual. So he couldn’t help but let his lips curl just a bit once she walked through his door, and bearing another gift for him no less.
Leaning forward in his chair, he let his arms rest comfortably on the desk, before speaking again.
❝ You cut and wrapped those all for me? My… You’ll come in to swap them out then, I presume? After all, it’d be a shame for me to let your hard work go to waste if I handle them incorrectly. ❞
Raising a hand to motion for her to come inside, it seemed as if he was calmer; more comfortable than he was on the first day. She didn’t have to stay for a chat, just the few moments of exchanging old flowers for new ones was enough.
❝ The same time tomorrow, as long as you intend to continue this streak of yours of course. ❞
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Trueform sukuna who never kisses his concubines. EXCEPT he only kisses his favorite concubine aka reader 😞🎀
𝝑𝑒 synopsis. you’re the only one deserving of lord sukuna’s.. direct affection.
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. fluff, suggestive at most. uhh exhibitionism ? kinda but nothing crazy sexual happens, so pda. size difference. reader gets called ‘doll.’
you’re standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. you’re all awaiting the one person you’re serving; ryomen sukuna.
it’s silent. the women don’t dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraume’s presence. you’re thankful for them. you really don’t want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.
you’re all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. it’s official business, but you’re needed as a sign of your lord’s high status. you’re basically his trophies that he likes to show off.
“interesting choice of clothing,” sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that he’s addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, “who’s chosen that for you?”
you glance down at your kimono. it’s a beautiful red—suiting the color of sukuna’s eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.
him.
“my lady-in-waiting, my lord,” you say quietly. you cannot see it, yet can easily feel it; the jealous glares from the four women. they’re dressed in the exact same color red, yet their lord hasn’t paid them any mind. not even a glance.
sukuna just hums in response and makes a mental note of your answer. at least his human servants are good for something. he continues to shamelessly check you out.
“lord sukuna,” uraume interrupts carefully. they bow their head once the king of curses looks their way with a stoic expression, “we’ll have to leave now if we wish to make it there at dawn.”
it’s a gentle reminder, but there’s some urgency in their voice. sukuna rolls his eyes—he may have some official business, but he’s not attending that. not before taking care of other more important stuff first. “silence,” he comments to uraume, heavy steps heading your way afterwards.
your eyes meet his. you blink in confusion, eyelashes fluttering. the sight makes sukuna’s hands twitch at his sides. the way you stare up at him with such naïveté is making him want to destroy it.
you’re unsure what sukuna wants from you. as he orders, everyone stays quiet. you watch as his big hands wrap around your body—your waist engulfed by his warm palms. your eyes widen, but before you can question his actions, your lips are sealed by his.
it’s rare that he does this. kissing sukuna is a privilege. one that no one has ever gotten the honour of having, except for you.
you’ve tasted him. you’ve felt his tongue slither against yours. you’ve had his saliva mix with yours. you’ve had him grunting in your mouth.
you’ve had it all.
no one says a thing. even as your feet are lifted from the ground by the sheer strength of sukuna’s grip on your small body. to reach his lips properly, he has to pick you up and hold you against his chest. it’s his favorite thing to do.
“pretty thing,” sukuna coos with a grin. you can feel his lips curling up menacingly against your mouth. it makes you whine. you instantly shut up once you realise that you’re still outside and surrounded by others—who are basically waiting on you two to be done.
you’re embarrassed to the point that you want nothing more than to hide your face against sukuna’s chest. but he will not let you until he’s had his fill. your tongues swirl around each other passionately, followed by him sucking on your bottom lip and biting it with his sharp fangs.
“my lord,” you whine quietly. you know this’ll end up like that one time in the garden. where he shamelessly took you in front of his servants. you’re unsure if it’s a smart thing to do right now. sukuna has an appointment to go to after all.
his mouth doesn’t stop interlocking with yours. his thick fingers tug at the hairs on the back of your neck, causing you to part your lips in surprise. the king of curses takes his chance and explores your warm little mouth. the one that he’s claimed as his the moment you became his concubine.
you tug at his sleeve as a reminder. sukuna grumbles in annoyance, but he knows you’re right; he should let go. his bottom set of eyes dart over to uraume for a second and upon seeing their expressionless yet determined face, he sighs.
all that official business can suck his dick.
sukuna finally detaches his lips from your now wet and swollen ones. you’re breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. you’re flustered to the point you actually bury your face into sukuna’s chiseled chest. you’re sure this’ll be the only talk around the estate for the upcoming week. you’ll become the victim of some more. . . bullying.
the king of curses notices that you don’t let go of him at all. he grins at the sight of you so desperately clinging onto him. he tries to undo the little mess he made of your once neat hair in the meantime.
“what? want me to carry you all the way there, doll?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, teasing you as per usual. you don’t let go of him since you’re still cooling off. you’ve never really kissed outside of the bedroom. it always happens behind closed doors, so this one time took you by surprise.
you shake your head and plop down on your feet again. “no, my apologies, my lord,” you straighten the material of your kimono and don’t even dare to look at the others. uraume would understand, since they’re used to their lord’s antics, but the concubines will cause big trouble once you’re back home.
sukuna nods in acknowledgment. he still got that evil smirk on his face. his thumb brushes the smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth, cleaning up his mess once again. he’s nice enough to do so today.
“heh.” sukuna lets out an amused chuckle before walking away and ahead of you—the others silently following, as do you. you’re right behind him, on his right side, as he turns his head to yours, “just so y’know, i’m not done with you.”
you know sukuna isn’t. you can easily tell by the way that he didn’t even bother to wipe the lipstick from his own lips. he’s wearing that stain like it’s a medal of sorts. evidence that you’re the only one he’s ever going to show such affection to.
either way; you’re in for one hell of a ride once you’re back from your little business trip.
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