#<- yer tag now 🤣

[cosmic-ships]

are you sure you only want the pillow for cuddles? ôwô

-- absolutely not kuroh. it's not me. I mean him. it's not him.

Listen here not Kuroh I just woke up, I can't deal with this type of shenanigans right now! /j

Although I really do want to cuddle him. And I was thinking about getting a cologne that smells like him and using that in combination with the pillow ;////; to feel closer to him (/w\)

[quirrrky]

CATCHING THE KNY BOYS STARING AT YOU —» scenarios —» ft. tanjirou, zenitsu, inosuke, sanemi, kyojuro, giyuu —» A/N: Elo guyssss! Another post for our KNY Boys every Monday!!! Donate ideas and please drop drop drop yer requests 🤣

»— TANJIROU

"Tanjirou, are you okay?" You waved a hand over his face as he suddenly stopped mid-way his sentence. "You just stared at me out of nowhere."

"Uh, ah!" He gulped. He blushed. Bby boi melt. So cute....

"Tanjirou?" You called out to him because he looked so nervous.

"So pretty. I-I-I mean you're just so pretty I just want to look at you!" Realizing what he just said, he covered his mouth. "F-Forget what I just said! But also don't."

»— ZENITSU

You were talking about your most recent mission when you noticed that Zenitsu wasn't listening to you anymore.

"Zenitsu-kun," you called out to him bursting his little bubble.

"Y-Y/N-chan? What is it? Is there something wrong?!" Zenitsu panicked

"No, nothing really. It's just that you're staring at me. Are you-"

He paused for a while then screamed. "I-I'm sorry, Y/N-chan! It's just that! How can I even explain it! Marry me right now please!"

»— INOSUKE

You placed another piece of meat on his plate just to see if you'll get a reaction out of him, but...

"I-Ino-" You started, however he's just staring at you bewildered, until he screamed and erupted.

"What are you doing to me, woman!?" He screamed while jumping up and down perhaps just as how erratic you made his heart beat deep inside with those fuwa fuwa feels.

»— KYOJURO

You were eating lunch together when you noticed that Kyojuro's unusually quiet. Looking up at him, you saw that he's just staring at you, his food untouched.

"Uh, are you okay? You're staring at me."

"Oh, am I?" He laughed. "Oh, right. I am, I am."

He continued his hearty laugh as you blushed.

"Can't help it! You're just so beautiful. I guess I got lost just by looking at you." Kyojuro proudly announced which got you even more flustered.

»— GIYUU

The two of you were playing shogi when you realized that Giyuu was not thinking of his move rather he was staring at you.

"Giyuu," you called out and it seemed like you finally brought him back to earth. "Uh, you were staring at me."

He just gave you a blank look. "Am I?"

"Yes," you answered.

"Okay," Giyuu answered, however he didn't even bat his eyes nor change his expression. His gaze still locked through yours.

"Uhm...you're still staring at me?" You told him.

"I know." He answered. "Can I stare at you some more?"

»— SANEMI

You placed a hand on his forehead and he flinched as if you surprised him. His face ultra red as he questioned you, "W-What are you-"

"Well, you're just staring at me all this time so I thought you're not feeling well."

"S-Staring!" He blurted out, pouted and turned his face away, all flushed while covering the lower half of his face with his hand. "'ts all your fault!"

"What is it?" You asked.

"Nothing! What're you talkin' about!" He grumpily returned.

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[janumun]

Well Bartered (IkeSen Motonari - NSFW)

Rated: NSFW/18+

Relationship: Mouri Motonari/Female Reader/(Named) Courtesan

Words: 1.2k

Tags: threesome, oral and vaginal sex, slight voyeurism

Summary: Motonari tosses an unspoken bargain for the night, when a certain old acquaintance of his happens to catch the attentions of his favorite girl.

Author’s Notes: Hello Nonny! YEEES?! Your mind seems like a hot place. Please don’t forget to hydrate frequently. 🤣🤣♥️ I’ve taken some liberties with this one and hope readers can suspend disbelief, along with me, to engage in this short — what I also hope turns out to be a hot — story. Motonari Chapter 1 spoilers ahead!

AHOY, BE WARNED!

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Now then….

I believe Motonari has, what we term, OCP [very easy to be misinterpreted as OCD]. Keeping in line with your scenario, I’ve tried to hold that rein-in to his traits loose without overt ignorance of what he does deal with, in his day-to-day life. And I hope (!!!) you will enjoy what you read here.

She’s an inquisitive thing; those flowers in her head seem to thrive and soak up against whatever her fertile mind finds fascinating: the world around, her flowing fabrics and needlework, Aki’s astir ports. Him.

“So… she’s supposed to be one of your old one-night stands?”

“A…what? The dame’s a professional informant. Good at the job too, m’lady.” Motonari’s brow swiftly knots at the intensity of her interest in one of his old… tools. Acquaintances, she persists in correcting him, whenever she hears him speak of people not her, in that manner. It’s a slow job; but not that tedious when she insists on staying close by. At all times.

“So… an informant you’ve also slept with, then.”

Inquisitive and clever . Fascinated by the world around, her flowing fabrics and needlework, Aki’s astir ports. Him.

Perhaps he should tell her to watch that zippy tongue lest she finds herself in trouble one of these days.

He doesn’t; he’ll discover himself right in the middle of it all too, by her side.

Motonari inclines his head; attempting a read on her. The question doesn’t seem one asked out of envy for an old playmate. He notes no reason to lie. “Aye, a few times.”

She opens her mouth once more to speak before the soft glide of the shoji doors announces the new arrival, at last.

The courtesan’s steps are just as silent as she approaches them. Inclining her head in greeting, “Master Motonari.” A forged smile so conventional of one in her line of business, is in stark absence across her graceful features. Not a lick of sickening sweet tendrils molded of ulterior motives, clings to the woman. Cementing one of the reasons he used to swipe this particular one up, out of reckless need in the past.

“Sanna,” he acknowledges.

He learns the reason for his flower girl’s fascination soon enough, as the night progresses.

Her intrigue is immediately apparent, although she sits silent at his side throughout the entirety of their short conversation. He’s not the only one observant of her attentions; Motonari does not miss the casual skate of Sanna’s focus towards a point right across his shoulder — her — before its swift return to their talks at hand, along with the twitch of those painted lips into what he perceives a smile. But she is adept at her job and knows not to prod. She does not question now either.

Propping an idle fist beneath his jaw as he hears Sanna speak, taking absent note of the woman’s beauty — as if with eyes anew — that grips his flower girl so well: her cool, contained gestures, the thick dust of kohl lashes across dark cheeks as she dips her head to indicate her opened scrolls. Her eyes, a clear, gray hue, for one so fogged of nature. Taciturn and trusted. Clean and adherent to her clients’ terms, without willing to negotiate or renege on her own boundaries: a woman after his own heart.

He tucks the proffered scroll into his hakama as their negotiations reach an end, decided on his quest tonight. “Yer rates still the same?” He asks of the courtesan, who nods.

Angling a swift, pleased grin his lady’s way, startling her out of her thoughts. She stares back, almost inquisitive, apprehensive. She does deserve a reward for her own side of titillating information she’s provided him with tonight: his flower girl shares the same tastes as him, in matters not only platonic. “I got a greenhorn customer here for ya.”

Her cry sounds akin to that of a startled, cornered mouse. The ties of her kimono effortlessly rolled open as Sanna charts the quivering line of her abdomen, inquisition in the line of her own index sketching a path into her navel. She presses in; leading her into a quivering jump of hips.

Her eyes are misted and dreamy as she finds his in query. “Motonari…” He knows what she’s asking — she’s afraid for him, the silly woman. His answer remains firm.

“Yer gonna lie there lookin’ hot for me, m’lady, and take what ya want.” Easing a palm beneath her head, he reels her into a kiss, even as trembles seep and buffet into her body with the courtesan’s adroit ministrations. “Easy… I’m here with ya.” He breathes into her moan, before withdrawing.

Her body’s receptivity remains just as delicate, it stirs desire within his own belly. Motonari’s gaze traipses down the line of her candlelight-licked frame, towards where she drips wet against the press of Sanna’s tongue. The sight bolts straight into his groin.

Extracting a fresh pair of gloves from within his robes, Motonari slips them on top of his gloved digits. “Hey, ya cleaned yourself before yer visit?” Making sure they are secured before rounding the courtesan’s kneeling body.

“I always do, before our meetings, my lord.”

Feathering his digits across the swell of her backside, he digs into the flesh. Parting her folds. “That so.” His gaze steals towards his flower girl — she’s there for him, staring right back.

Mouth breaking into a grin, he tethers their eye contact. Spitting onto two gloved fingers, he sweeps them into Sanna to scrub in gentle strokes; his flower girl’s the one who shatters into quivers, breathing his name onto a keening moan.

His entry into Sanna and his movements feel weighted with the burden of his arousal, eyes still fastened on to hers to spur his thrusts harder. Her voice hitches, beneath Sanna, in crescendo with his propulsions, each one sending the courtesan’s mouth harder against her pussy until she surrenders a groan, muffled into her wetness.

The undulations of Sanna’s body sweep in sudden, his body however, refuses to tide over no matter how she clamps around him, so used and conditioned to being sleeved within just one woman.

Motonari slips his digits in between Sanna’s legs to stroke her faster into an orgasm. She jostles back at the touch. “My lord, what are you—” Her startled question tipping into a breathless gasp — Motonari pulls out of her at the tell-tale tightening — just as she falls.

Breathing heavier from her high, “Milord Motonari…” The obvious doubt in her voice is not lost on him; he’s never touched her before, even with their barriers in between.

“Good work.” He bunts away the question. “Yer dismissed.” She halts only but a few moments before taking her cue to leave with good grace. Rounding up and putting herself back together in quick order before inclining her head at them both in farewell.

She pauses at the door, tipping a glance back at him, “...I wish for your continued happiness, Milord.” And then she is gone.

Motonari breaks into quiet laughter, “Women. They pity despicable cads.” Peeling off his gloves as he moves to slip himself in between her legs. She’s flushed and close to shattering herself; her smile firm in place. Dithering fingers she reaches for him, entwining their hands close to herself. He returns that soft regard, pressing deeper into her. “...Need this certain woman’s pity for me now, what say you, m’lady?”

“It’s yours,” she answers, shuffling herself to try and have him closer. Their laughter is in symmetry as he sweeps in low, for her lips.

The first time they cum that night is around each other.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[somestuffbysomebird]

Little red riding hood? But with mc as as the hunter, platonic! Luke as Red, and Mammon as the wolf~

Mammon (canonically) always teases Luke but with hunter mc coming to put a stop to it his interest/target changes lol, or something along those lines 🤣

Interesting...

[Ahhhh, I had to change some things up a little ><'', but I hope you like it]

hnnggggg sorry about the rush at the end ;;

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Red Riding Hood (Mammon)

Into the rabbit hole event here!

Feat. Hunter! MC, Wolf! Mammon, and Little Red! Luke

Tag(s): Memory Loss, MC tries to shoot Mammon with a crossbow once

Word count: ~1.6k

(the chihuahua becomes the kid and the kid adult becomes a dog)

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Your head was starting to fog, as hard as you tried to remember, memories of another time were starting to fade. Soon, you could recall nothing but your simple life as a hunter.

You were outside your hut, satchel stocked with herbs and rope, as well as a crossbow by your side. Aside from the book you've found, everything at home seemed to be in order.

You looked towards the East, the Sun has risen.

It was time to hunt.

You were in the forest, preparing another hunt for the wolves that have been terrorising the villagers for oh so long.

As you circle the woods, you finally heard a high-pitched scream from the distance. Crossbow at hand, you rushed towards the stranger's aid.

As you near towards the voices, the first thing you notice is a white-haired man with dog-like ears on his head, dressed in a loose white shirt, black pants and boots, hovering over a much smaller blonde boy in a red hood.

You approach them, your crossbow raised and aimed at the wolf-man, finger on the trigger, you pulled it. The arrow zooming in towards the wolf-man, only to miss it's mark, landing on the ground on where the man was just standing on.

"Wha-HEY! Watch where yer pointin' that thing!"

"Hey! You're a hunter right?! This wolf's been bothering me since I left! Please help me!" Seeing the wolf distracted, the boy runs to your side, hiding behind you.

"Ah, c'mon, I didn't do anything! All I wanted to ask was for where the nearest village was-"

"You're a wolf! Telling you that would just get everyone eaten!"

"I wasn't gonna eat them yet!"

"YET?!"

"Quit screaming kid, or all the villagers and wolves are gonna come running!"

The kid was still shouting at the wolf, and as much as your beliefs wanted you to deny it, the wolf had a point. Bringing in any humans or wolves to the scene would no doubt lead to bloodshed. You had to do something.

Turning to kneel down to the boy's level, you took a better look at his face -- he looked young, very young, similar to those kids you'd pass by in the market playing around instead of travelling alone in the woods.

You question the boy, "Where are you going this early?"

"To my grandpa's!" The boy beamed, "He told me to bring him this basket of ingredients from town and he'll teach me how to bake!"

"That's great now kid," the wolf piped up from behind you, "but ya know us wolves are the most active in these hours right? If neither this hunter or I were here you'd probably be their breakfast by no-"

"Be quiet, you wolf!"

"Quit calling me like I'm some scum off ya boot! I'll have ya know I'm The Great Mammon! M-A-M-M-O-N, capeesh?!"

Mammon? Hey...isn't that name...

...in the wanted poster you saw recently? If you recalled correctly, he was recently in the town gossip over gambling, debt, fraud and a multitude of other money-related charges...

You also remember the reward for capturing him alive was enormous.

You can't, in good conscience (and as a hunter), leave this boy to fend for himself in a place riddled with dangers, but you also couldn't leave this wolf prowling about either...

"Oi hunter, ya not just gonna leave this kid by himself, right? Ya should let me come with ya!"

...What?

"You can't be serious! Why on earth would we let a wolf come along with us?! And why do you want to come with us?!"

"Would ya relax kid? The Great Mammon can make sure none of the wolves will bother us, and even if I did something, your little hunter here can keep ya safe!" The wolf grinned, eyes flashing to yours in the last second, sharp white teeth were baring for all to see.

You think you heard the boy gulp from behind you.

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Despite any and all arguments, you ended up travelling with the boy, who you later learned was called Luke, and Mammon to see Luke's grandfather. Just like Mammon promised, your merry trio never encountered any savage wolves, though at times, when your back was turned, you felt a shiver run down your spine, as if you were being watched.

The trip was short, but the three of you exchanged many tales:

Mammon had seven other brothers, but they were human, and that he wasn't always a wolf, but some witch cursed him into one instead. He refused to dwell further on the issue, however, and instead talked fondly about his brothers, though you noted a glint of wistfulness in his eyes as he shared.

Luke was from the nearby town, but he always prefered to stay in his grandpa's placed because 'he makes the best cakes'. He would also complain about how his grandfather's secluded cottage was 'too close to the wolves', concern shining in the kid's eyes as he spoke.

You'd tell about your life as a simple villager, before your village chose you to be their hunter; to live alone such that they wouldn't get targeted; to fend for yourself and to get rid of the wolves that roam the forests even though you didn't have any say in it.

You refused to look in their eyes as you told your story.

Origin stories aside, you would watch Luke and Mammon bicker about his gambling adventures, with Luke telling Mammon he should have done something with his fortunes instead of blowing it all away. Whereas the white haired wolf would try to defend himself, saying 'if he knew that he'd lose all that money he wouldn't have gambled in the first place.'

The merry chatter of your group came to a slow stop as a lone cottage came into view. White walls reflected off the sunlight, telling of the midday that has arrived.

Luke's face lit up as he ran to the door, knocking it eagerly and greeting the taller male that opened the door. A quick exchange between the two and a glance in your direction led to Luke running towards you both, his smile brimming with cheer.

"Grandpa said he wanted you both to come in for lunch as a thank you! Isn't that great?"

Before you replied, Mammon interjected, eyes showing the slightest pity before he even spoke, "nah thanks kid, seems like too much of a trou-"

"And he said he has something he'll like to give you both!"

The concept of a free gift registered, Mammon smiled, "Well ya can't say say no to a free food eh? Let's go the, MC!"

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You sat in silence opposite to the wolf in the cottage's dining table, staring at your dining companion as he shifted in his seat while lively chatter could be heard from Luke and his grandfather.

You had to wander, despite being vulnerable to a wolf, he never once tried to attack you. Why?

"Hey, MC? This may seem awkward to bring up but...I hafta ask ya this, ya know there's a bounty on your head right?"

Oh...so that's why...

"No...but did you know about yours?"

"Yeah...I figured that's why ya haven't strung me up or shoot me again with that bow." He gestured to the crossbow by your leg.

A deafening silence followed for what seems like an eternity, before Mammon spoke up, his face turned down, away from you. "At first, I wanted to keep you around till the kid's gone, and then I'll capture you and get the reward money, and I'm pretty sure ya wanted to do the same to me." He played mindlessly with the utensils by the table, shaking his leg restlessly under the table.

"Your story really sounded like like mine -- others pushed ya on who ya wanted to be, and before you knew it, ya had grown accustomed to a life you never thought about."

He looked up, hope in yellow and blue eyes that met yours, "If...if ya could run away from that life, to go far, far away and start anew...would you?"

"Mammon..do you actually mean..."

"I know we barely know each other, and that you don't have a reason to trust me, but...I need a fresh start. My brothers are moving off somewhere, and I want to follow them, even if I can't live with them. You could join me, we could go hunting together, and I can teach you how to gamble if that's something ya like. Don'cha want to run away to somewhere else?"

You pondered over his words, to follow Mammon would be to forfeit your entire life. Granted, most of your life was simple, and a clean break with someone else by your side didn't seem too bad...

You saw the ears of the man perk up at you last words before it all went dark.

"I'll go with you."

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You wake sprawled on the floor, your thoughts scrambling as you try to get up, only to feel a weight on your stomach. Reaching your hands to feel it, you feel that it was...soft...

"Mmm...yeah, that's the spot...Hmm? Oi wait! MC! C-cut it out!"

Mammon stood upright, his hair tousled and messy bangs barely covered his red face as you wake, the both of you on the bed of his room.

"Whadd'ya doin' in my room?! N-not like I hate it or anything, but I don't remember you in here last-" He paused, what was he doing last night?

He couldn't recall the days before finding you in his room, but he knew something was off. He placed it in the back of his mind before it was completely forgotten when the same incident never happened again.