Puella Magi🧚🏾‍♀️

COWGIRL!READER who never expected to meet smoke, in fact when her father mentioned that his friend would be looking after her while he was gone on a business trip she was rather annoyed by the idea. she hated that her father still treated her like a child, since she was twenty-four. but once she saw the older man she instantly realized the idea of him watching her while her father was away wasn’t a bad idea at all…

COWGIRL!READER who wears her shortest shorts, and her skimpiest gear to tease the older man while they do work around the yard.. hoping to make him succumb to her and give her exactly what she wants.

COWGIRL!READER who finally gets what she wants after a while of teasing smoke, and after that their relationship blossoms. life becomes pure bliss, but once her father comes back and notices the inappropriate things going on, he forbids them from being together.. so one day in the middle of the night she packs her bags and sneaks off with the love of her life.

your friends always lower their voices when they ask, leaning over the cafe table with a nagging sense of concern, eyes tracking the faint, reddish-purple blooms peeking out from the collar of your shirt.

"is everything okay at home?"

"is he... violent to you?"

they whisper, because to strangers, ryōmen sukuna is a guy that could break someone in two just for breathing wrong. they look at his mountainous physique and immediately assume he’s striking you—that the wine-stained rose traces under your clothes are from hands raised in anger, because what else does a monster do with his strength?

you just stay quiet, pulling your sleeves down, given that you can't exactly tell them that the truth is so much more embarrassing.

because how do you explain that these deep, hand-shaped marks come from him getting a sudden, overwhelming rush of affection while you are just... existing?

the second you walk through the front door, he doesn't even let you take off your shoes before his thickset arms are securing your body against him. his face is entirely vacant, his expression as deadpan as if he were reviewing a tedious financial ledger while hauling you impossibly close; the desperate zeal of his hug making your lungs burn for every silver of air

“i missed you, baby,” the words are an incredibly sweet confession—completely at odds with his flat, menacing demeanor as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

sukuna possesses absolutely no concept of his own magnitude, and when these sudden surges of intense adoration overtake him, his massive hands just react by pure instinct. his thick fingers dig deep into the meat of your arms, squeezing and kneading the flesh while he stares down at you with his crimson eyes tracing heart shapes. it is pure agony for your skin, a sharp ache that you know will turn into dark blooms by tomorrow.

“my pretty girl,” he mumbles, his lips caressing your skin in messy nuzzles before he sinks his sharp teeth down on your shoulder in a brutal display of fondness that makes you whine and arch into his chest; yet he gives your body no room to escape the extreme weight of his affection. his lower hands come up to cup your face, big thumbs pressing into your cheeks to hold you still while he overindulges in your scent.

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