#Taiju Shiba x Reader

[linpunny]

Fucking away the stress

Dessy: Ahahahha I’ve come out of hiding only to write another fic about my husband Taiju. He’s stays in the forefront of my mind but he’s been beating loudly on my brain lately so have this very self indulgent Dessy coded smut.

Summery: Taiju comes home from a stressful day at work and uses you as his stress relief.

Tw: Explicit smut, Daddy kink, size kink, multiple orgasms(f), fingering, use of pet names(puppy, little one, little love) slight degradation(one time), biting, cervix bruising, praise, cream pie, mention of dominant and submissive relationships, established relationship(husband and wife), wall fucking, primal behavior, growling, mention of collar, squirting, mention of breasts..let me know if I missed anything

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Stressed dom!Taiju x fem!reader

Reader has a kitty kat🐱 but no pronouns

Banners by @/benkibear

The moment the door was open Taiju’s gold eyes locked onto yours a hint of longing creeping behind his usual smile as he greeted you like he did everyday he came home from work. Yet you could tell something was off. His fanged smile that you loved so much was forced, his eyes were so much darker and full of brooding. Something was wrong and knowing him, he wouldn’t tell you. He was too stubborn and prideful as your dominant and husband to make his little submissive wife worry.

Right in the hallway he quickly kicks the door shut, his hands reaching out for your waist as he closes the distance between you both. You smile knowing that his lips would soon crash onto yours as he pinned you up against the nearest wall roughly. Taiju’s large hands trap you in place resting on each side of your head, keeping you right where he wanted you.

His lips find yours quickly as he devours you, leaving bruising kisses along your trembling lower lip. Taiju smirks as your hands knot into his hair, deepening the kiss as you press your entire body flush against his larger one. His knee slots inbetween your thighs, fingers slipping into your panties, impatiently stroking the entrance to your folds.

“Tai! Tai!” You whimper in between heated kisses but he only continues taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth finally getting to taste you.

“Need you so bad, little love..” He groans, grinding his clothed erection into you desperately as his tongue sloppy-ly tastes every inch of you. Hastily rutting into your thigh over and over again and curling his thick fingers into that spongy spot until you squirt on his thigh and soak his dick through his slacks.

“Nasty little slut. Now do it on my cock and drench my balls.” He coos into your neck as he wraps your legs around his waist, slipping your panties off till they dangle around your ankle. Quickly popping his belt and shucking down his slacks till his cock and heavy breeder balls are freed, he hisses lowly as the cool air and heat of your slick entrance greets him. Bending his knees sligrly he grabs the heavy base of his cock, slapping the tip on your sticky and slick clit a few times just to hear you whine and beg so pretty for him. When he’s satisfied he nudges the fat tip into your warm entrance, hips slowly driving his cock home inside your perfect pussy, bottoming out in one smooth thrust.

“Taiju! S’full…” you whine and lock your legs tighter around his waist, hands circling around his neck as your pussy clenches and massages his cock as you wait for him to begin moving.

A growl vibrates in the muscles of his chest as he stares down at your glassy eyes, already fucked out and babbling just from the initial thrust. He stayed just like this for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your pussy molding and melting to his shape and already trying to milk him of his cum. Such a greedy little pussy you had but he loved that about you and her.

Slowly his hips withdraw until just his bulbous tip is buried in your slick warm pussy before slamming up into you with an inhuman pace, rattling the various photos of the two of you on the wall. He wraps his fingers around your neck and squeezes those precious arteries, depriving you of the oxygen rich blood your brain needed, chuckling when your pupils expand with love, lust and trust for him. Fuck, did he love you so much. Slamming with deep heavy thrusts that make your breast bounce in the confines of your shirt he continues to notch the head of his swollen cock into the neck of your cervix till your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth hangs open.

“Already cock drunk puppy. Poor little thing, let Daddy help you.” Claiming your lips as his own he feeds you his tongue, curling the muscle around yours slowly as he swallows every little moan and sigh you make. Flexing his fingers around your neck to allow you a breath of air before he squeezes down with just the right amount of pressure to make your soaked pussy squeeze even tighter around his considerable girth. Breaking the kiss he follows and snaps the trail of sticky salvia connecting your lips with his tongue and then spits that directly on your puffy clit, thumb coming to rub rough circles as he growls at the way the bud twitchs under the pad.

Releasing his grip on your neck your head falls onto his shoulder as your nails scrape and scratch down the expensive material of his suit jacket as he continues to give you deep heavy thrusts till you feel like he’s going to break open and push into your cervix. Surely he was bruising it but you didn’t really care as you sloppy boucned your hips over his trying your best to match him thrust for thrust. “Daddy!”Another moan tumbles from your kiss swollen lips as your lower ones suck and kiss his length as he works fast circles over your engorged clit till he’s able to pull back the clitoral hood and expose the pretty pearl for his viewing pleasure.

His hips snap faster as his melted gold eyes wonder somewhere between the fucked out look on your face and the lewd and nasty display as your pussy swallows his dick hole as he grinds his pelvis into your making sure you feel every single inch of him. He nudges you with his nose, placing a wet kiss to the apple of your cheek as he cups your face with both hands and brings your big fucked out eyes down to look at the place where the two of you are so intimately connected. The both of you watching as his cock l retreats and the silvery webs of your arousal break and drip down his balls, messily smearing and creating a frothy ring at the base and drenching the fine patch of black hair at his navel.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl. Keep cumming those rings like that on my cock and I’ll fill my pussy so full of my cum that it will drip out of you for weeks.”with a guttural growl he could feel his balls tingle with the need to release. And he would soon but not before making you cum one more time. “You have more in there for me. I know you do puppy. One more, give it to me.” He groaned, trailing his tongue up your neck and latching onto the throbbing vein and sucking a bright red mark that even your collar wouldn’t hide. Growling again he sank his fangs into the flesh, easily piercing the skin as he slammed into you with no remorse or abandon.

No sooner than when his fangs sunk into your neck did you keen his name loudly, that tight ball of heat in your lower stomach bursting as your eyes rolled to the back of your head once more as a warm translucent rush of liquids squirts from your pussy to drip down the seam of your ass, creeping down his still buried length and rolling into the crease of his balls.

He masked a moan with a low and animalistic groan that vibrated deeply in his throat as he lips found yours again in a wet kiss as his tongue coaxed yours into his mouth. he suckled on the muscle fucking you right through your orgasm as the loud nasty squelching of your pussy and the wet *plaps* of skin on skin rings in his ears, mixing with the sweet and addictive moans and whimpers creating the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. Giving a few more sharp thrustd up into your overstimulated and ruined pussy his balls seized up releasing his thick seed straight into the deepest part of you that he could, flooding your pussy till your mixed essence leaked from your overstretched hole.

“Fuck….You did such a good job taking my cock, you always do so good for your daddy don’t you.”

With a gentle nod and low hum you buried your head in his chest as he carried the two of you up the stairs and into your bath room with his cock still buried to the hilt in your pussy; making sure none of his cum had the time to leak out. And you had a feeling he wasn’t done using you as his own personal cocksleeve to relieve his stress just yet.

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[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬. (𝟐)

➺ INCLUDES: taiju shiba, hanma shuji, ran haitani, rindou haitani, keizo arashi (benkei), wakasa imaushi, izana kurokawa, (all of legal age, timeskip or bonten) x fem!reader

➺ CONTENT WARNING | this post contains explicit porn links!! you may need to have a twitter account or change your privacy settings to be able to see them. Please do not interact if you are under 18.

➺ NOTE | You ask, I deliver :) the links will probably disappear after a little while but i'll do my best to replace them or find similar ones when that happens!

➟ TAIJU.

Taiju’s fingers are so much thicker, so much longer than yours, always reaching places you can only dream of reaching yourself. He doesn't do sex before marriage but he'd be damned if he were to leave you frustrated and unsatisfied when you're whining and begging so prettily for him.

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➟ WAKASA.

Wakasa doesn't like to rush things. He’ll work you to orgasm nice and slow — his cock tucked underneath the rough lacy fabric of your lingerie as he thrusts his hips forward, his cock dragging between your folds while his thumb gently rubs your clit in time with his movements, his breathing uneven and shaky from the pleasure building up.

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➟ HANMA.

Hanma loves being in control, and he loves to put you in your place when you start acting a little too bratty for his liking. There's nothing that thrills him more than watching you squirm and beg, his fingers furiously pumping in and out of your pussy, lewd squelching sounds accompanying the pathetic little sounds coming out of your mouth while his other hand tightens its hold around your throat, teaching you a lesson.

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➟ IZANA.

Izana isn't exactly gentle with you. He’ll hold you by the throat, pull your hair and force your head back as he fucks you like you’re his own personal fleshlight, your neck arching painfully as he keeps you in place - knees firmly planted into the mattress for more leverage. But the pain is always worth it when you feel the sloppy press of his lips onto yours, reminding you of how much he loves you.

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➟ BENKEI.

Benkei always pulls the strongest, most powerful and body-shaking orgasms out of you. He's rough but never too much, just the right amount that turns you into a moaning mess, your eyes rolling back in your head. His thrusts are firm and rough, loud “plop” sounds echoing inside the room while the pair of panties he stuffed in your mouth serves to muffle your moans.

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➟ RINDOU.

Rindou eats you out like he's paid to do it — always making sure you're nice and comfortable before he dives in and makes a complete mess of you. He’ll slide his tongue whatever way he pleases, up, down, or side-to-side; tasting every inch of you and swallowing everything you have to offer.

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➟ RAN.

Why would you own so many toys of all shapes and sizes when you have your very own loving husband at home? You better hide them well unless you want him to dedicate a few hours of his day to edging you and overstimulating you until you pass out on his lap.

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[rickys-crypt]

"just the tip."

t. mitsuya, s. kawata, t. shiba

Inspired by this post by @slttygeto.

18+ content ahead, Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings : 'just the tip' excuse, bottom!reader, hinted established relationship w Mitsuya, Mitsuya is kind but also incredibly horny, casual sex, secret pervert Angry, Taiju is a bully, Taiju has a horsecock, (barley) implied friends w benefits w Taiju, Taiju (barley) preps you

Takashi Mitsuya

"Mmm, Taka!"

Takashi Mitsuya was sweating.

He'd been the one to talk you into only letting him stick the tip in, swearing up and down that he wouldn't go any further, but he could feel you clenching around him, *begging* for more of his cock, and as the seconds ticked by he found it harder he found it to resist. Maybe just a couple more inches; that wouldn't be too bad…

"Ahh! Takashi!"

Your eyes snapped back to his in surprise as you felt him fill you completely.

'M sorry, baby."

He whined out as he began to thrust quickly.

"I could feel how much you wanted me, and I couldn't resist."

You felt yourself nodding along, barely able to think about much more than the feeling of almost being split in half by his heavy cock.

“This is okay, right? Doesn't it feel so good?”

He grunted, effortlessly pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good for me. Like you were made for my cock.” 

As he continued, you couldn't bring yourself to be anything but in agreement.

He was right. He usually was when he had you under him.

Angry | Souya Kawata

Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard.

Sure, he shared that with his brother, but while with Nahoya, you could usually sus out what he was thinking or planning, his brother was much better at hiding things.

So, you could be forgiven for not expecting things to go as far as it did.

It started with him offering a massage. This wasn't the weird part necessarily, as when you'd learned how to massage from an ex, you'd taught him and his brother as soon as you'd broken up, and offering them on a long day wasn't unheard of.

No, what was weird was how eager his fingers seemed to clutch at your flesh, especially your chest. As he spread the oil, you felt every stroke of his fingers on your nipples. 

You were also having a hard time ignoring how hard he was as he pressed against you. Eventually, as his hands slid between your legs, he finally made his intentions known.

"Please... I just wanna be inside you a little bit. Just the tip for a little while. Please?"

You thought about it. He'd done an excellent job with his massage, and you could feel his cock starting to throb. You shrugged. It wouldn't be too bad to reward him, right?

Of course, Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard, and before you knew it, you could feel yourself being pressed into the mattress as his hips snapped into yours.

"Sou, what- mhm! -happened to just- ahh! - putting the tip-!"

The way he panted into your neck made your eyes roll back.

"Couldn't fucking hold back. Not when it comes to you.”

Taiju Shiba

Taiju Shiba was a bully at the best of times, and no one knew it better than you, his childhood friend.

It hadn't been as bad when you were young. He'd been the one to lead you into shenanigans, and you'd often followed, but he usually listened to you if you told him he was going too far. But he'd changed a lot when his mom died.

People called you his partner often because he was marginally nicer to you than most, and he'd gotten in more than one fight on your behalf. But you weren't sure if that was true. It felt more like you let him take his frustration out on you, and in exchange, he sometimes listened to you and didn't get pissed when you argued with him.

Of course, he never purposely laid a hand on you in violence. No, he had sworn he never would again after the first time he'd choked you a bit too hard, and he'd stuck to it. But when everyone drove him insane, burying himself deep in you was his only solace. So when he invited himself over, you knew what to expect.

He always started softly, only manhandling you into his lap and leaving his kisses and strokes where he could reach.

"Sweetheart, I need you. You gonna help me out? Just the tip. I swear. You trust me, right?"

You found yourself with your back pressed against the couch, whines and moans spilling out as his thick fingers stretched you out. Taiju was the only one you'd ever been with, and you knew firsthand that he wasn't overdoing his prep. Even just the head of his cock was so thick that it could stretch you out. Eventually, his fingers were replaced by the air, and as you watched him line himself up with your hole, you knew he was not going to stop at just the tip.

Sure enough, you were whining and clutching at him as he managed to push himself farther than the couple of inches he'd promised.

"It's not gonna fit! Taiju! It's too big!”

You felt his hands clamp down on your hips to hold you in place and groaned, knowing you'd have bruises there later. You looked up at him, recognizing the look in his eyes that told you that you'd be here for the next couple of hours, at the very least.

"It's gonna fit. I'm gonna make it fit.”

[luxthestrange]

TOKREV Incorrect quotes#55 Teat time with Hanagaki's

Takemichi is being followed by those who are under his command at home, First, they didn't know Takemichi HAD siblings... second...how did you manage to get all three of them around the table with a tiny teacup filled with tea?...

Taiju*Holding a thing called "Banana bread" and sniffing it curiously*So...It's bread made from Bananas the yellow fruit from your world...

Y/n*Smiles and nods*It is

Taiju: YOU made this bread

Y/n: I did!

Taiju: You can put stuff on it?

Y/n: I meaaan i wouldn't recommend making a sandwich with it but knock yourself out!~

Inui*Is happily chewing at a bread but he is confused by the taste*...This one doesn't taste like bananas...

Y/n*Gleams seeing him eating it* That one has Oreos on it

Inui*Stares at the bread and spots the white and black things, imaginary dog ears and tail pop up wagging*...I like Oreos...

Y/n:Me too!

Kokonoi*Looking at his own bread that is different from Taiju's and Inui*...What's in this one?

Y/n: Chocolate chips!

Kokonoi*On brooding stare at you*...why?

Y/n*Shrugs, looking back at him with a derpy grin*Why not?

Kokonoi*Stares longer at you*Your invited to my birthday party...

Y/n*Gleams knowingly but spots your brother*??

Takemichi*Putting slices of meat and cheese...and making a sandwich with the bananabread*Y/n when you say you wouldn't recommend making a sandwich out of it, this is a suggestion, correct?

Y/n: It's not illegal...

Takemichi*Putting Chips into it and closing it,drooling*Good...Imma need more of this, okay?

It's a rite of passage for any toman member to come to the hanagaki household and get to drink tea or coffee in heart-shape tea cups with the crybaby brother and the derpy smile younger sibling-

[usagikookiejams]

A/N: Hey peeps! Sorry for the long wait 👉🏻👈🏻 I was busy for quite some time due to the final examinations. I hope you guys don't mind me not updating for long. Okayy so here we go, enjoy!~

SOMEONE BAD MOUTHING YOU

Ryuguji Ken, Shiba Taiju, Sano Manjiro

⚠️Warning: curse words, aggressive behavior

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

Today was weird, Draken felt like everyone was avoiding you for some reason. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. The school bell rang indicating recess time, he walked through the corridor to go to your classroom and have recess together. However, once he walked by the toilet, he heard a conversation mentioning about you, hence he halted his movement. "Do you know that Y/N from Class 3-1 was a bully during elementary school?," "Ugh, no wonder she's in relationship with Draken, they must enjoyed bullying people together during their elementary," the conversation continued which most of the time were about you. Draken couldn't hold it any longer, he has knew you since the elementary! He knew how you were a timid kid, and instead, you were the one that were bullied! That was why he came to your rescue and protected you since then. He approached those students in the toilet, "Repeat that again. I want to decipher whatchu you mean by that... ." They all frozed in their spot, not knowing how to reply. "He! He was the one saying that!," one of them pointed out at a certain guy. Huh..? Draken knows him, he was the guy that confessed to you before and he also went to the same elementary school you both went to. Draken felt enraged and grabbed the said guy's collar. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that!," "As if! You literally throwing dirt on her name and now you are denying it!." Fast forward, Draken arrived at your class but with the man tailed behind him, "Kenny, why is he here?," you asked curiously. "This guy will confess his sin in front of the school gate after school, you will see why," Draken smirked. Glad to say by the time the school ended, the guy were kneeling in front of you while screaming how he made up those rumour as a revenge for your rejection. The next day, many students approached you to apologize for believing those lies.

Shiba Taiju

Taiju were currently relaxing in his office room. He has ordered one of his subordinate to grab him a drink at the coffee shop across the street. He was minding his own business when suddenly he heard those subordinates of his were chit-chatting at the garden. He happened to hear their conversation due to him currently sitting by the open big window in his office. "Y/N has made our boss becoming less powerful! I hate her! I joined Black Dragon as I admired our boss so much due to his power and strength! But it seems like our boss has become mellow once she came into the frame. How I wish I could broke them up so that we gotta have our old boss back!," the guy that was ordered by Taiju has voiced out his complaint to another subordinate. Without a warning, Taiju jumped from the window and luckily he didn't broke any bones considering that it was quite high. After landing, he threw a punch towards the guy's face. The impact was very shocking, as the guy broke some of his tooth and coughing blood in the process. "I asked you to get me a coffee! Not to badmouthed my girlfriend, asshole!," he kicked the guy in the stomach. The poor guy sworn on his life that he was joking. "Joking my ass! You fucking think I'm dumb huh?!," Taiju continued to punish him. "Drag this guy to the torture room, do as I said or you will become the next target!," Taiju ordered the other subordinate. By the next hour, you entered his office and you could see Taiju was smiling by himself. "Err scary! Why are you smiling like that when no one is around?," you asked him. Taiju walked over to you and hugged you, "Nothing babe. I am just glad that a pest was diposed! He was such an eyesore... ."

Sano Manjiro (Mikey)

Mikey was currently waiting for everyone at the Toman's meeting area. While waiting, he saw some of the Toman's members started to gather there. It seems like none of them noticed him as he waited near the big tree. Mikey started to hear mumblings from the group, so he started to eaves-dropped to their conversation. "Where is Y/N?," "I don't know, maybe she didn't feel like tagging along this meeting anymore," "Glad to hear that, she's no use. I don't know why Mikey let her participates in our meeting. It's not like she helps us fight too." Mikey started to see red, what the hell were they saying about you?! He got up from his position and walked over to the group, "I agree with you guys! Ugh... why would I ever let her in the meeting with us, right?." The group fell silent, most of them looked at Mikey horrified. "Hey, why are you guys not talking anymore? It's okay, just talk! Fill me in with the gossip you have," Mikey faux his smile. They remained silent, that is when Mikey felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He kicked one of them swiftly, making the guy thrown away quite far. The other guys were now begging for forgiveness, saying that they didn't mean what they said about you. Fast forward, you arrived at the meeting area with all of the other founder members of Toman. You ran to Mikey as you saw some of the members scattered on the ground, "What happened Mikey?! Did the enemy group attacked you guys?!." Mikey turned to look at you, "Hehe nothing happened babe! These guys wanna have a match with me so we did, but as you can see, I won!." You sighed and scolded him not to hurt his members anymore. Mikey just nodded his head and walk you along to the other founder members. Unfortunately, the next day, those guys that were found scattered on the ground were nowhere to be found, hmm you wonder why...

[pijamjams]

Your Coffee, Sir

CW: boob sucking, lactation, breastmilk in coffee -> reader is mentioned to have boobs/tits but no she/her pronouns are used

Your mean boss who always forces you to make his numerous cups of coffee throughout the day

Your mean boss who will ignore your pleas to get him to drink some water every once in a while

Your mean boss who has a very specific coffee order and will threaten your job if you accidentally mess it up

Your mean boss who never says "thank you" when you bring him his drink

Your mean boss who notices that his coffee has been getting sweeter as of late

Your mean boss who decides to follow you into his personal kitchen when your making his coffee

Your mean boss who notices that you no longer give him soy milk, instead, you lift up your shirt and squeeze the rich milk out of your boobs and into his coffee

Your mean boss who pretends like nothing happened until the next morning when he forces you to milk your leaky tits into his coffee right in front of him

Your mean boss who stops drinking as much coffee in favor of sucking the milk straight from the source

Your mean boss who no longer has you working your boring old marketing position, instead, he has you sit with him in his office all day to give him milk whenever he feels like it

Your mean boss who doesn't let you wear a bra or a shirt that can't easily be pulled over, but that's ok because he gives you the highest pay of any of his workers

->MANJIRO SANO, Kokonoi Hajime, Taiju Shiba, KAKASHI HATAKE, Tobirama Senju, OROCHIMARU, Shikamaru Nara, GOJO SATORU, Suguru Geto, Shiu Kong, Ayato Kamisato, Diluc Ragnvindr, CHILDE, Katsuki Bakugo, ENJI TODOROKI, TETTA KISAKI

[rinhaler]

I Guess I Can't State My Feelings Too Soon

Your big brother is jealous and he hates himself for it :(

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ step brother!taiju shiba x f!reader

Genre: porn! (minimal plot) Notes: my first tokyorev fic since i moved blogs wheeee did NOT think it would be taiju but i cannot stop thinking about that man Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, stepcest!, jealousy ♡, possessiveness, co-dependency, virgin!reader, male masturbation ♡, sex toys ♡, porn consumption, panty theft ♡, unhealthy relationship, power dynamics. Words: 3.5k

He often wonders if you realise how ungrateful you come across, sometimes. Not only ungrateful, but disrespectful to boot.

Do you know how hard your big brother works? You’ll say you do, if he were to ask. But he’s sure you have no idea. He shielded you from the horrors of his world as you were thrust upon him out of nowhere. His new, beautiful step-sister who’s eyes would spill tears around raised voices. What choice did he have? You’d never understand or be able to comprehend his way of life or the world he had built for himself and his family.

As your other siblings grew up and drifted away, Taiju kept you dependent on him. He made it so you had to rely on him for everything. He’s putting you through fashion school while subsidizing your very existence. He keeps you fed and clothed all in the comfort of his beautiful penthouse.

You want for nothing.

And he’s never made you feel inadequate for your obvious dependency.

He doesn’t use it as a weapon or hold it against you. He just adores you, wholly. His beautiful little sister, the sweet little darling who needs her big brother to do everything for her. It motivates him, truthfully. When things feel hard, mundane, tedious, he reminds himself who he’s doing it for.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Takashi.” you smile, giddily, waving like a schoolgirl with a crush as you watch him leave.

He waves, too. A wide grin on his face as his eyes scrunch up with joy. It soon fades, though, as he finds himself accidentally walking right into your brother’s chest. Taiju’s expression harrows, though you don’t register it as you focus on the way Takashi smiles at you before excusing himself.

You’re ungrateful, and disrespectful.

His neck and jaw jerk as he tears off his tie. He’s visibly irritated, but you’re too naïve to realise. You greet him, excitedly, though you’re soon left feeling dejected when he opts to ignore you instead.

“Get me some wine from the cellar.” he demands. Without a please or even a glance in your direction, you know something is wrong. You’ve never been one to deny him, however, slinking away to the lounge to retrieve an aged red from the wall-built cellar.

He looks at you when you return, sliding the bottle to him across the marble countertop of the kitchen island separating you. It’s a brief look, that makes your heart throb with hurt. He’s mad at you, but you don’t know why. Soft yellow eyes that only offer gentle glances are showing you a side to your brother you didn’t know existed.

His pupils are almost slitted like a wild animal, eyes you’ve never seen before where your brother is concerned. He sighs, watching the cogs clank in your brain as you try and analyse who this man is before you.

Luckily for you, he doesn’t think he’s capable of staying angry with you.

“Would you like a drink, little sister?” he questions. It stops you from thinking, momentarily.

It’s a first. He’s never let you drink before, let alone his prized cellar wine. You take a seat on the bar stool regardless, nodding excitedly at the prospect of having your first real drink with your favourite brother. He twists off the lid and slides the glass he’d gotten for himself over to you.

Your heart rate quickens as his eyes, those same, predatory eyes, remain fixated on you as he pours. The wine spills like blood, sloshing into your glass until it’s halfway full. And somehow, without even watching what he’s doing, he managed to not spill a drop.

He takes off his blazer and sets it down on the counter. You watch him as he rolls up his sleeves and turns away from you to fetch another glass for himself. His muscles flex and you see his exposed, veiny arms sheen with sweat as he reaches up to grab the nearest glass.

“Pour it for me.” he tells you, setting it down as he turns to face you again. His eyes seem tired, now, but still unfamiliar to you. And so you find yourself nodding, doing exactly what your big brother has asked as your hairline begins to form beads of sweat.

You don’t look at him, not even briefly, as you start to pour. You’re slow and patient, but you feel him staring at you all the while. And it’s menacing. Even with patience and focus, you spill a drop onto the pristine marble.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him.

You move to find something to wipe it up with, but he stops you before you can even jump down from the stool. He presses his thick thumb into the cherry red liquid, seemingly absorbing it all before he raises it to his lips. You watch keenly as your brother’s tongue juts seductively from his lips before he meticulously licks over the pad of his thumb to taste it.

He clears his throat and leans across countertop.

You feel so small.

“Was that your boyfriend?” he wonders, eyes glued to you as he speaks with a low, gravelly tone. He sips soon after, making mental notes of your responses as you process his words.

“U-Um, no, Taiju,” you shake your head. You feel blistering heat in your face as you think about your classmate, and the intimate thoughts you’ve had about him for weeks now, all while your brother’s attention is entirely fixed on you. “We’re in the same class! He came to drop off some books he thought might help me.”

It’s a confession that is entirely the truth. He isn’t your boyfriend and you’re sure he never will be. Not unless he makes the first move, that is. You’re far too shy to even suggest that your feelings for him a more intense than they should be for simple classmates. Taiju nods, finally looking away from you as he takes another drink.

“Finish up and go to bed.” he commands.

You nod, too nervous to argue. You’ve never seen him like this or even heard him be so curt with you. It won’t bother you to go to bed, not one bit. Hopefully tomorrow he’ll be back to his usual, loving self.

He leaves you alone as he strides towards his study, finally giving you the chance to breathe. You knock back the remainder of your wine and pick up your book bag and school supplies, your pace hastening as you get closer to your room.

“Oi.” Taiju speaks, voice booming through the hallway before you can open the door to your bedroom. He leans against the doorframe to his office, arms folded as his eyes squint at you. “If you want to have people over, clear it with me first.” he demands.

“Oh,” you sigh, and it’s riddled with relief as you realise that is what the problem has been all along. He’s upset you’ve invited a stranger into his home without asking. It’s understandable, and you’re soon smiling again as you look at him. “Of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d mind.” you admit, regretting it almost instantly as it soon feels irrelevant to have said.

“I don’t want boys I don’t know here alone with my little sister.” he tells you.

He approaches, and your anxiety soars once again as you sense a looming threat in the air and the shortening distance between the two of you. He smirks as he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, your breath hitching at the contact while he forces you to look into his saffron gaze.

“You are very dear to me,” he confesses, “If anyone were to take advantage of you… well. You’re going to do as I ask next time, aren’t you? We won’t have to worry about that.”

“Of course… I’m so sorry, I should have—”

“You should.” he snarls. “But I forgive you. Go to bed, now.”

You nod, feeling slightly more upbeat after hearing he’s accepted your apology. He stops you from retreating to your room, though. His large, heavy hand encasing your forearm in a tight grip whilst his thumb still caresses your chin. It drifts, though, pulling the fat of your lower lip before he pulls it away. He taps his own lip twice, his expression still unamused as he looks at you.

“A goodnight kiss, princess,” he orders. You nod, it’s not out of the ordinary to kiss him goodnight. You stand on your tip toes before leaning in to peck his lips. They’re soft, and fit against yours beautifully as both of your eyes close during the contact. It’s chaste, to the point, and yet you’ve never felt an intensity during a kiss from him like you have just now.

His eyes are gentle, again. And the smile he offers is earnest. He kisses your cheek before you go, whispering in your ear sensually enough for a chill to traverse down your spine.

“Good girl.”

He opens the door to your room, remaining in place until you go inside. He shuts it after you get inside, leaning his back against the nearest wall as his head thuds against it. The cold metal of his rings cools down his flushed face, though he finds himself breathless.

Not from the act of a simple kiss, it’s the shame. Feelings for you, his sweet little sister, bubbling to the surface despite trying to repress them for so many years. He’s jealous and he’s ashamed of himself for letting things go this far. But you are his.

His sister.

His responsibility.

His property.

“Jesus Christ—”

He catches himself. He kicks away from the wall and rakes his fingers through tousled hair as he decides to distract himself with work in his office.

It’s taken blood and sweat to reach what he’s achieved. From being a sixteen year old menace to society, he’s now a highly respectable businessman with a chain of restaurants under his belt. Among other, less legal sources of income, of course.

It’s all for you.

As he looks through business expenses and documents from his lawyers, all he can think of is you.

It’s all been for you.

It’s always been for you.

He pushes his hair out of his face, noticing how it’s starting to cling to his forehead as he sweats profusely. Thoughts of you plaguing his every thought. His cock begins to throb in his slacks. His eyes drift from the papers scattered across his desk to his computer monitor. And then, slowly, they sink to the locked top drawer of his desk.

“Fuck,” he mutters. He ignores the drawer, instead, deciding to ignore his responsibilities as he types Pornhub in the search engine. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he speaks, exasperated as the homepage is flooded with an assortment of trending step sibling videos.

His heart pounds as he scrolls for a while, but eventually finds the willpower to click away, opting to find something else. He’s a simple man with simple taste. He’s always been into rougher stuff, deciding something along those lines will be best to quickly rub one out and clear his mind so he can focus on what he actually needs to be getting on with.

He clicks on a video, immediately cringing at the corny plot and dialogue as he unbuttons his shirt and rids himself of his belt. He’s panting as he pulls out his cock. If he’s been honest, his cock has been leaking since you fetched his wine so obediently.

He hisses when he realises he’s thinking about you again.

And soon enough he’s willing himself to concentrate on the girl in the video getting fucked within an inch of her life. It’s loud, rough, aggressive. Just how he likes. He tugs desperately, a vein popping in his forehead as he eagerly tries to get off to what he’s seeing.

It’s your fault.

He’s wondering if you’d ever be into fucking like this. He’s sure you’re a virgin, so he’d have to be careful with you at first.

“Fucking stop,” he whines.

He wants to cum to her, the girl in the video. It’s a lie, though. He wants to cum to you. He wants to hear how gorgeous you’d sound if he were the one to defile you for your very first time. Your own step brother, infiltrating your walls and making you cum around his cock.

“Shit,” he keeps trying to concentrate on her. His eyes soon wandering to the locked drawer again. He glances one final time at the video, grunting as he continues to fuck his fist until ultimately giving up.

He searches something new. Something he’s never beat one off to before. Softcore virgin. He grimaces as his finger hovers above the enter key, he knows he won’t be able to finish otherwise, but part of him thinks it’s not too late to turn back. His eyes widen slightly, taken aback by the sheer amount of results that are step-sibling videos. He considers it, again. He really does, but as he continues to scroll, he starts to take an interest in the masturbation videos.

The soft, feminine moans immediately make his cock jump. It’s perfect, it’s so sickeningly perfect because he can pretend it’s you. And if he’s this far gone, he feels no need to deprive himself anymore. He lifts up his keyboard, sliding the locked drawer key from a hidden compartment underneath. His hands are practically shaking as he tries to slide it into the slot. He quickly turns, breathing heavily as he almost rips the drawer from its place as he opens it.

He scoffs as his hand flies to a clear fleshlight, yanking it out and setting it down on his desk before he retrieves what he’s really been avoiding this whole time.

You’ve never had to do laundry, and he doesn’t do it either. He hires staff to come through the week to do tedious things like cleaning the apartment and washing dirty clothes. It’s been about a fortnight since he saw an opportunity laid bare before him.

You were at school, a fact now he’s growing to despise as he imagines you flirting with Takashi Mitsuya during your classes. But he was working from home, too irritated to handle business dealings in person on that particular Thursday. And he happened to see a maid emerge from your room with a laundry basket, a frilly pink thong atop a pile of outfits you’d worn through the week to college.

He wrestled with himself, he did.

But it wasn’t too difficult to distract the maid for long enough to pocket them for himself.

The video continues to play, his cock gushing as he stares down at your panties. He’s too far gone. He’s too aroused and his mind is muddied as he thinks about everything going on in his life and yours. You’re too honest to lie, Mitsuya isn’t your boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean he’ll never be.

He snatches the thong and strokes his cock with it in hand. His eyes roll back, a broken moan leaving his lips as he continues to pleasure himself. He stops abruptly, though, as the woman in the video he’s watching stops teasing her clit. She shows off a dildo, slowly rubbing it through her wet folds until she eventually begins to push it inside of herself.

She’s cute, but she isn’t you.

If he closes his eyes, however, she is. He looks to his fleshlight, deeming this the closest he’ll get to fucking you no matter how desperately he yearns for it. He carefully guides his tip into the plastic pussy, moaning a little louder than intended as he bottoms out.

He bites his lip as he recalls the woman in the store squeezing her thighs together as she helped him pick the toy out. It makes him laugh, briefly, as he recalls how forward she had been. He fucked her in the changing rooms as she insisted she’d need to see what he was packing so that she could help him pick the perfect model.

She sent him away with the biggest size.

Your pussy won’t feel like this, though. He’s certain you won’t be so generous and accommodating. Your tight little virgin cunt will fight against him, but he’ll make it fit.

“Jesus, fuck—” he groans, admitting defeat for the final time as he brings your panties to his face and almost suffocates himself with the material.

His chest swells as he inhales, before it deflates with shuddering breaths as he savours the scent of your used unmentionables. He picks up the pace with his toy in tandem with the woman in the video. His moans are boisterous and uncaring, he’s lost the ability to feel shame as he imagines you bouncing on his cock crying his name and trying to become accustomed to his length.

He needs it more than air.

He needs it more than he needs to fucking breathe.

“Shit, ah—” he grunts, he bites his lip as he continues to pound into the fucktoy in his grip. He grunts stridently as he spurts into the fleshlight. He watches through heavy, lidded eyes at the clear plastic, watching how his balls tighten and deposit his creamy load into the faux pussy. “Fuck, Taiju.” he sighs, but laughs as he slowly begins to stroke himself with the toy. He hisses, feeling sensitive from his release as he milks himself of every last drop he can drain.

He exhales breathlessly once he’s done. His chest rising and falling as he allows his body to melt into his leather chair. He looks around the room, and he looks at himself. The crushing reality of what he’s just done weighs down on him. He’s spent, but finds enough energy to put your panties back in the drawer, locking it promptly.

The fleshlight, on the other hand, he leaves out after making space for it on his desk. He winces as it rolls and his sperm begins to drip out onto the glossy, chestnut tabletop. The comedown from is euphoria is like reaching a new low. He can’t even bear to look at the scene of his filthy indiscretion any longer.

But as he’s about to stand, the door swings open.

“Taiju?” you pout.

He scrambles to hide his exposed lower half under his desk and dump some of the papers littering his desk over the sticky fleshlight. He can’t hide the grimace on his face as the corner of one of his documents begin dampen from his cum.

“O-Oh, sorry, I forgot to knock… I should have knocked.”

“Yes, you should.” He says, gruffly, “What is it?”

You’re quiet, allowing your sock covered foot to glide across the wood flooring as you awkwardly look down at them. It’s not like you’re scared to talk to your brother, but you know he doesn’t like to be interrupted when he’s in here. And you don’t want to embarrass him.

“Answer.” his order startles you, his voice almost thunderous as he commands your attention. Your eyes fill with water, but you bat the tears away as you speak.

“I thought I heard you yelling. Or… in pain.” you tell him, voice below a whisper as you confess you’ve been unintentionally listening. “I thought you might have hurt yourself.”

Pink dusts over his face, you can even see it from only the light of the monitor. He looks around, suspiciously, though you don’t notice or comment on it.

“Why were you listening to me? Can’t you sleep?” he wonders. “… Don’t worry. I’m fine.” he assures you.

“I was worried. A-About earlier. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me… I promise I haven’t got a boyfriend and I’ll never bring anyone here without permission again.”

He smirks at that, all of his teeth bared and you still don’t understand what kind of sick depraved man your big brother really is. Maybe you aren’t as ungrateful or disrespectful as he thought; it was wrong of him to even assume that when you’ve been nothing but a doll the whole time he’s known you.

You poor thing.

You’ve been fretting over your brother’s wellbeing and state of mind since he sent you to bed so long ago. He’s been on your mind this whole time. You’re more like your big brother than you even realise, he thinks.

You’re so timid.

So obedient.

So good.

“You must be so tired, princess…” he coos, and you nod dumbly. He tuts, feeling sorry for your innocent nature and naivety, but sweet little you thinks he’s sympathetic to your exhaustion. “Do you want me to help you sleep? Shall I play with your hair like I used to when we were younger?”

“Really?” you ask, eyes lighting up at the proposition.

“Of course,” he nods, grinning wildly. “What are big brothers for?”

© 2024 rinhaler

[writingsbymo-mo]

Forgive me, Father

Priest!Taiju Shiba x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (minors dni)

Contains: Priest kink, creampie, voyeurism, sex in a church, degradation, implied pregnancy, rough sex, pet names

Summary: you've been having a difficult time paying attention during mass ever since you caught Father Taiju fucking someone in the sacistry. Now you can't get the thought of him doing the same to you until one fateful day.....

Hope you enjoy! And Merry Christmas you filthy animals!!! hehehe

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It was a dark and cool evening. You had just gotten off work, headed straight to the confessional at your church. You had so, so many sinful thoughts of Father Taiju, one of the priests spreading the word of god at your church. A mere glimpse from his serious gaze while you're sitting in the pews during mass has you squirming in your seat.

Father Taiju took his work very seriously as an honest man of God or...so you thought.

One day, you caught him fucking a fellow church goer in the sacistry. You hid outside the cracked door, covering your mouth the whole time, fingering yourself as you bit your bottom lip, holding in moan after moan. Every wet slap, and deep growl emanating from him sent you spiraling until you came with him.

Fuck

You wanted to be the woman in there.

To get a taste of Father Taiju's dick.

With that tall, muscular structure that screamed he was well endowed, how could you not want to see what he's packing. Just the way he gleamed at you with those sharp eyes, judging your every move. He'd often clutch his rosary as you passed, closing his eyes and rubbing the beads. Was he praying for a sinner such as yourself? Or...did he have something else he was hiding?

The doors to the church creaked as you opened them and closed them behind you. Your choes clacked against the polished, pristine floors that led you to the nave where Father Taiju would reside in the confessional during this time. You managed to snag an appointment with him for today all thanks to your shitty work schedule.

One thing you remember, he never took his eyes off you during the scheduling process, almost like he was looking forward to it more than you were. The way he moved was more rigid than normal too as if he were trying to hide something whenever he leaned across the table to hand you the papers that officiated your appointment. Why? You could only devise assumptions.

You approach the confessional, admiring the intricate details in the carved wood as you entered the private space, sitting in the chair provided.

The space was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop from across the room. You relaxed your shoulders and let out a deep sigh, shifting in your seat as you whispered. "Ok." It was finally happening. You could finally speak to him in privacy. He was literally on the other side of the screened window, barely making out his silhouette.

With a deep breath you were holding in released, you began with the sign of the cross. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I um, haven't been to one of these in some time but," you clutched the hem of your shirt and squeezed your eyes shut, "there's someone I've been having thoughts about..." Your voice trailed off. All the hairs on your neck stood on end at the heavy air settling around you. This whole confession was so much simpler in your head, why clam up now? You want him. Need him. So why are you hesitating?

"Mmm, what kind of thoughts?"

Father Taiju's baritone voice broke your thoughts. You gasped when his sweet tone sang in your ears. He's waiting. Tell him!

"I've been having lustful, very lustful thoughts, about someone who goes here," you paused and took a deep breath, "every time I see him, I can't help but imagine stripping him down until he's bare naked...and...I might've caught him one day fucking someone...and have been imagining him doing those things to me and more..."

You bit your lip and started to squirm in your seat. What would he think of you now? Just another sinner asking for forgiveness? Seeing you as nothing more than a harlot?

"Gah, tell me more. How were you fucking this man?"

Warmth pooled into your face as you tried not to stutter. "Well...almost anything really. I want to feel his massive dick jamming into me, making me cum and scream his name over and over until I pass out." You began to hear low, deep pants from the other side but didn't pay it any mind. "I want to taste him, swallow him and his cum. And honestly...I really want him to just use me as he sees fit. He's just so fine...his muscles and the way he moans—"

"FUCK!"

Like that...oh fuck...

If you weren't feeling wet and warm earlier, you certainly were now. Your pussy twitched at every deep groan that he made until one moment, he stopped as you heard a door open. He yanked the door to your side, almost tearing it from the hinges.

You had never seen him look like this before. Taiju ran his free hand through his hair. His wild, predatory gaze sent warmth pooling into your gut. You couldn't stop your eyes from trailing down to the obvious tent behind his alb. Oh, he's definitely big, maybe bigger than you thought.

Father Taiju practically snarled, stomping into your small space in the booth, grabbing you by the arm as he kept his feral gaze upon you. He was the wolf, and you, the rabbit caught in his claws. "Come, we'll continue this elsewhere," his voice was stern with a hint of desire leaking through. He picked you up in his arms like you weighed nothing to him, carrying you off to his private quarters.

The clacking of his shoes hitting the polished floor felt like eternity, basking in the silence, waiting for his next move. He'd mumble under his breath, closing his eyes as his lips moved. Was he praying? Thinking of you? Asking for his own forgiveness to what awaits you two? You silently gasped when he shifted you in his arms, reveling in the flex of his bulging biceps. You turned your head to gain a better look at him and whispered, "Father Taiju?"

He paused his steps in front of the altar. His sharp gaze now peering into your very soul. "Shhh, don't say another word unless you'd rather I place you right here to be fucked in front of any passerby?" You shuddered a gasp at his low, deep growl as he began to chuckle darkly, "you'd like that, wouldn't you, harlot?"

"F-Father?!" You stuttered in surprise and want.

Fuck...yes, you would like that.

You swear, this man will be the death of you.

"Not today," he smiled, showing his teeth as he stroked your cheek fondly. He kicked the door to the sacistry wide open, causing you to flinch. It slams shut behind you when you're suddenly thrown onto a soft bed, almost knocking the wind out of you. Taiju throws off his clothes, throwing them onto the other side of the room without care. All that was left was the rosary around his neck, accenting the tattoos near it.

He was panting, grumbling deep in his chest. His dick stood angrily between his muscular thighs, dripping with need. The bed bounced and creaked when he pounced atop you. That yellow gaze hungered for you, screaming you're trapped, you're his now and forever more. "I've been waiting for this," he growled, ripping off your clothes and throwing them in a heap, "been waiting for you, sinner, my favorite sinner."

Taiju grabs your face as you part your lips and slams his dick into your mouth, ramming it down your throat over and over as you try not to gag too much. Your eyes roll back, beginning to lose your breath. He noticed and slid his dick out of your throat, stilling it until you caught your breath enough for his liking, picking up the pace once more as his deep growls grew louder and much closer together. Spit rained down your chin onto the sheets below, growing more plentiful by the second.

"Fucking take it like the sinner you are!!"

A few harsh thrusts later and his hot, sticky cum sprayed down your throat in quick spurts.

Your eyes widened at the fullness, attempting to swallow every drop to no avail. Saliva and cum dripped down your chin, connecting to his dick as he pulled out. You took the deepest breath you ever could, stifling a cough. The string snapped. Taiju shifted his body lower, grabbing your hips with his large hands and hoisting you up to meet his. He smirks down at your small form beneath him, grabbing his heavy dick and slapping it against your wet pussy. "Beg for it you fucking succubus," he sneered, watching you squirm and mewl with every slap on your sensitive bud.

"Please..." You rasped. Slap "FUCK!" He slapped your thigh with an open palm.

"Tch, please what?" He growled, slapping your thigh again.

"Please, Father Taiju—ooh fuuuck!!!"

He rammed his thick dick into your cunt with a wince beginning his unrelenting assault on your cervix, "so fucking tight!"

Your eyes glazed over, sputtering out moan after moan while your insides were battered and bruised in the right way. He stretched you out like no one had before, almost painful, but you welcomed him. Your walls squeezed around him with every harsh, powerful thrust. Drool pooled down your chin and onto your chest as you became drunk off his fat dick.

Taiju grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulder, putting you into a mating press. He gripped your hips firmly to steady you as he went harder than you ever thought he could manage. You screamed, digging your nails into his back, raking lines down the tattoo on his back. Your vision went white, letting your tongue fall out of your mouth as shockwaves shot through you with your first orgasm of the night. You screamed, body convulsing as your cunt winked around his dick still pounding away.

Father Taiju threw his head back and laughed. "You're a special one. I'll make you transcend this world over thrust and over thrust and over again!"

"F-Father!"

His eyes gleamed with adoration and lust, reaching to brush your face with the back of his hand. "You're mine, my succubus. I can't concentrate when I'm near you." His thrusts grew sloppier by the second as he growled. "Your figure drives me insane. Fuck! Those other whores can't compare to your beauty. You are a true work of God!"

You weren't sure how much more you could take. Your body already felt the fire coursing through your veins again, ready to let the dam burst. "F-Father Taiju, I-I'm gonna cum!"

"Not yet." He grabbed changed his angle slightly, making you jolt.

"But—"

"Tell me, sinner, who does this pussy belong to?" He grunted.

"Y-you Father Taiju! It belongs to you!!!"

He grips you harder, enough to leave bruises. "That's it, be a good sinner and cum for Father Taiju."

On cue, the band snapped. Juices gushed out of your pussy onto the bed below as you screamed his name. Your walls winked around him, begging for his cum that suddenly flowed into you, filling you up with warmth with a deep growl.

You stay like that for a good minute, catching your breath as you just let your body go limp. Taiju let his softening dick slip out of your pussy. Mixed fluids of cum flowed onto the sheets below, making him smile. "I have cleansed you of your sins for today," he reached around his neck, slipping the rosary over his head then placing it around your neck. "Now, if you need me again, just wear this and I'll fucking cleanse you again."

You grasp the rosary draped around your neck with a smile etched on your face. "Thank you Father!"

"No, thank you, my favorite sinner."

From then on, whenever he sees you at mass with his sacred beads around your neck, he has that knowing glint in his eyes. Some have been giving you glances and talking behind you, noticing purple bruises and scratches along your neck and back. You keep your head held high, though you can't help those days when they get to you.

"I see you're wearing my rosary today, my favorite sinner," he wipes whatever tears fall from your eyes to reassure you. "Spare those harlots over there no mind. You are mine! Care to join me in my sacistry to purify you?"

"Always, Father Taiju," you smiled as you placed a hand over your stomach.

[bones4thecats]

Hey there Bones! Is it okay to request Tokyo Revengers Draken, Taiju, Hakkai and Hanma with a short and shy Reader that worry about them whenever they get hurt and the Reader patches them up. At one point Reader ends up crying because they're worried their boyfriend might die.

If this is too much you don't have to do it.

Shy! S/O Crying In Fear Of Their Life

Type of Writing: Request Character: Draken Ryuguji, Taiju Shiba, Hakkai Shiba, and Shuji Hanma Name: Shy! S/O Crying In Fear of Their Life Requester: @koushiro23

A/N: This nearly made me tear up. This is why I don't have a boyfriend myself U-U

Spoilers for: Tenjiku Arc

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🐲 Draken knew how upset you would get whenever he would come over with injuries all bandaged up

🐲 He understood that you cared for his being like how one would care for their spouse, and he couldn't blame you, he couldn't fathom the thought of you being injured in a similar fashion

🐲 But, during a recent fight, he had quiet a few injuries and your home was nearby. So, he called you up and told you he was coming over and you might wanna ready some bandages

" Why? Oh god, did you get into another fight?! Are you alright, Draken?! " " Yeah, just bleedin' a little. I'll be by in a couple, okay? Don't worry. " " Yeah, okay... see you. "

🐲 Rushing around your home, you were glad your family wasn't home at the moment, since seeing their child's boyfriend come in with injuries would make them go on-edge

🐲 Once you heard your front door open and your boyfriend call out your name with obvious strain in his voice, you came out with a pillow and blanket

🐲 Draken sat down on your couch as you wrapped the blanket around his legs, making sure he was warm and you ran in and out of the room carrying bandages and whatnot

🐲 As you continued to cover his minor injuries, he noticed that you would stiffen and sniffle every time you saw a new cut

" You okay, love? " " Oh lord... Draken- why on Earth do you do this shit? You know how much I fear losing you! Why do you keep doing this?! I just- I can't even bear the thought of you getting hurt and then, you not... you not coming back to my embrace... "

🐲 Tears swelled up in your eyes as his widened in shock before looking down in shame. Why did he do this? For Mikey? He guesses, he also just wants to keep you safe, and establishing his dominance helped

🐲 He sighed and wrapped his arms around your midsection, pulling you onto his lap as he kissed your forehead, making a silent promise for only you to hear

" I'll try to be more careful, okay? " " Okay... " " I love you, Y/N L/N. " " And I you, Ken Ryuguji. "

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🔥 He was beyond upset right now, punching holes into the walls in rage as he heard his followers yelling in the other room

🔥 Why did that damn fight go so wrongly?!

" Taiju- " " WHAT?! "

🔥 He froze in place as he saw your smaller form flinch at his loudness, oh god, why did he just yell at you?! He guesses he was madder than he even realized

" I brought some stuff to fix you up... I figured you still had some sort of injury on yourself... " " Uh... yeah. Sorry for yelling at you, I just- " " I understand. You're under some stress. "

🔥 Taiju smiled lightly at your words as he chuckled, you always had the ability to calm him down from his highs of blood-lust and anger, haven't you?

🔥 Allowing him to find somewhere comfortable to sit so you could come up and bandage his hands up from the multiple holes in the walls, he gritted his teeth as you dragged a rag with alcohol on it across said injuries

🔥 Once you had begun to wrap the final bandages around his knuckles, he looked up at your face, noticing how your eyes were starting to fog over with tears

🔥 You were starting to cry? For what reason?

" Y/N? Are you okay? " " Hm? Oh- yeah. Perfectly splendid. " " Horse shit. I know when my dear S/O is feeling down better than anyone else. What's wrong? "

🔥 Sighing in sadness, you began to rant about how scared you were for him. Some of the hits that their rival gang was throwing at them were scaring you, he could've been killed when that guy pushed a knife through his hand!

🔥 Like, what if he hit an artery? What if that injury got infected and somehow killed him slowly?

🔥 He just sat there holding you in his lap, allowing you to cry into his chest, his Black Dragon's uniform pushed away to the side as he pet your head

🔥 You really were a worry-wart for him, huh?

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☄️ You're boyfriend was not answering any of your calls, and that was starting to scare you deeply. Hakkai always answered you

" C'mon hon, answer me... "

☄️ Nothing.

☄️ It was at that moment where you heard your front door being knocked on. And, grabbing your bat for protection just in case, you looked through the peephole, only to be met with the sight of your boyfriend's short blue hairdo

☄️ Laying the weapon aside, you unlocked the door, opening it so you could take in his beautiful form

" Hey there... " " Oh my god! Hakkai, what happened to you?! " " Just a little scuffle a few blocks down, that's all. "

☄️ Grabbing his arm, you pulled him inside, throwing him onto the couch, you ran into the bathroom. grabbing everything you knew would help him out with his injuries

☄️ Hakkai watched as you sat down on the table in front of him, coating his cuts with alcohol and other stuff to help it get clean and heal before wrapping decently sized bandages around said cuts

☄️ You eventually stopped moving and stared at one cut that was still bleeding, it was a very light amount, but it still scared you

" Hakkai... why do you do this? " " Do what? " " Fight so much? Do you know what could've happened to you?! You could've been killed! I know that may be an over-exaggeration, but, come on! I just- I can't bear the fact that just because of some over-grown bastard I may not see you again... "

☄️ He stared at you and looked into your eyes, now allowing tears to cascade down your cheeks, you were in so much pain

☄️ Hakkai, much like the previous two, grabbed you and pulled you into his lap. And he just brushed his fingers through your hair, shushing you and reassuring you that he was safe

☄️ He wasn't planning on leaving you alone in this world any time soon

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☠️ You and him have had this talk multiple times

☠️ You understood that fighting was a major part of Hanma's life, but why was it nearly every single night now he was coming home with injuries all over himself?!

☠️ Hanma had walked through your door while holding his arm, trying to keep something from you, no doubt

☠️ That was when you pulled him onto the couch and ordered him to stay put

" Ooh~ the midget is getting bossy. I like it~ "

☠️ You glared at your boyfriend over your shoulder and you walked into the bathroom and carried a box of medical supplies outside, making Hanma freeze and sigh

" Baby, I'm perfectly fine. " " I can see the cuts and blood on your head, Hanma. I'm not stupid. "

☠️ Turning on the TV, you turned around and began to make good work of his cuts and bruises, covering those you deemed most possible for infections

☠️ He sighed as s familiar name came on, Kisaki Tetta. He had been hit by a truck and killed while fleeing away from Takemichi and Draken apparently

☠️ This did not shock you, the guy was a lunatic. But then again, you were dating a just-as-bad lunatic

☠️ Like, Hanma nearly killed someone because they tried laying a hand on you while he was standing right there

☠️ But, listening to him rant about his fight with Draken and how Kisaki shot two members of Tenjiku made you grit your teeth and start tearing up

" Woah- uh- babe? You're kinda tearin' up there. " " I know... " " Why are ya' tearing up, if I can ask. " " Why? Because Shuji, what if you had gotten killed like Kisaki?! I don't know what I would be able to do without you here to make me feel safe, to protect me from all those nasty people out there! It's like- if you guys had switched places... I don't know what I'd end up doing... "

☠️ Hanma looked at his covered hand and sighed before standing up and picking you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist

" I do not plan on going anywhere like that soon. And while I may not have the plan fully worked out, believe me babe, I'll always come back to ya'. "

☠️ You smiled and hugged him tightly, making your boyfriend laugh and kiss your neck before blowing raspberries into the flesh

" Now... how about we have some fun, bossy pants? "

[eggtartz]

Hello Alin, how have you been? It's been a while since I made a request so I'll request Taiju, Rindou, Baji and Chifuyu with a sweet and sweet reader, who uses really cute nicknames with them in front of the gang like: Tai-chan, Rinrin, Kei-chan, Chi-chan and she's not shy since it's her affectionate way with them, but they're just as red as a beet. Thank you, take care and hydrate 🥰

a/n : thank you for requesting nonnie 💕

taiju

it wasn't a doubt that the black dragon leader had a soft spot for you but his gang members didn't thought he was going to be this soft! you were running after him with errands in your hands while he was at a gang meeting. "tai-chan!" you squeaked as you smiled sweetly to him "i bought chocolate!" you exclaimed. the taller man smiled and ruffled your hair in gratitude, gently taking the errands from and kissing the top of your head. "thank you hun. i thought i told you to go with my members, hm?" he managed to slip a glare at the supposed members of him that had to go run errands for you. "it's okay! it was a surprise" you beamed and taiju smiled. "well, alrighty then" his members thanked you after that.

rindou

"rinnie!" you squealed after him as men in red trenchcoats surrounded him but opened a path upon hearing your voice. "yeah sunshine?" he looked back at you, a faint hue of pink on his cheeks. "you're not going to come late right? we have a date" you said, hands clasped together with hope. rindou smiled and chuckled. "of course, I'll be there before you even realize it" he assures you and squeezed your hand. "okay rinnie. bye then?" he nodded but you still held his hand. you gave a peck on his cheek as he reddened again. "bye, rinnie" you smiled as rindou stuttered "y-yeah.. bye, honey" he hid his face behind his coat, glaring at his snickering members.

chifuyu

"h-hey.. i told you to not call me that.." he blushed as you met up with him after a meeting with his gang division. "but, why not? fuyu-chan is cute, i call you that all the time" you frowned and there was a pout in your tone. chifuyu realizes this and quickly turns to you. "oh no, you're just too sweet for your own good!" he says as he holds up your cheeks with two hands. "shweet?" you said and chifuyu smiled. "the sweetest" chifuyu kisses your face before reddening again as he heard the division members snicker. "get a room will you?" takemichi nudged him which got earned with a smacking.

baji

"but kei-chan sounds so much better!" you shake his shoulders as he was napping (well, trying to) before his gang meeting started. "i know but for public sake, keisuke is much better" he says whilst yawning. you huff and shake him awake again. "kei-chan! wake up!" you grumbled. you noticed one of his gang members has arrived abd whispered to him. he nodded "oi kei-chan!" draken's voice boomed and startled baji from his nap. "what..? why, you.. come here!" baji woke up and chased you down to tickle you. you laughed with glee as baji tickled your nape and waist until you gave up and surrender. "kei-chan does sounds better" he smiled to you and gave a small kiss

[atarathegreat]

They Come Home Late

ft: Hakkai Shiba, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Taiju Shiba

It wasn't often that Hakkai had to leave Japan for a modelling gig, but you had become accustomed to it. There were always a few days that he was gone, but Hakkai usually tried to wait until the morning to come back. He wasn't really fond of waking you up, knowing that you would probably be in a bad mood if he did. For this particular trip, Hakkai couldn't just wait outside, sleeping in the car. He missed you, terribly. A week away from his partner? Gods above, he was hurting for you. Hakkai crawled into the bed beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from wiggling away from him. "Kai?" You mumbled, cold hands wrapping around his wrist. "It's me, you're safe." Hakkai answered quickly. No doubt, the way you grabbed his wrist, you were prepared to break it.

Dark, quiet, but warm. You were comfortable in your bed and cuddled meticulously between the blankets. If there was one thing that Sanzu was good at, it was making sure all your hard work went to waste. The phone on the bedside table rang loudly, rousing you painfully from your sleep, and you answered it grumpily. "Come pick me up. Some fucking loser blew my car up in the warehouse fire." He sounded pissed and like he was walking through an alley. "Are you fucking kidding me, Zuzu?" You grumbled, but got up from bed and slipped into your house shoes. "Shut up and come get me. I'll drive home and you can sleep."

Taiju was never late, always answered his phone, and was considerate enough to let you know where he was at any given point. He had missed dinner, that was your que to call him. But he didn't answer, didn't text. You sat on the couch to wait for him, reading a book, watching tv, scrolling on your phone. Maybe something had come up with the restaurants, though that still didn't explain the lack of calls or texts to let you know. Eventually you began to pace the house, tidying things as you walked around, not fully able to calm down. Not until Taiju came back. "Where have you been?!" You greeted him with a rolled up newspaper, "No calls? No text? Do you know how worried I was?" You proceeded to lecture him about making sure his whereabouts were known and not to leave you in the dark.

[xostarr]

✧ FEATURING: Taiju x fem! reader

✧ WARNINGS: smut drabbles, kidnapping, suggestive

✧ PROMPT: "size" (from this prompt list)

Maybe you should have been scared. After all, Taiju was not known to be kind or gentle. He was a threat, he was monstrous, but that was exactly what had you blushing.

He was just so unbelievably large.

"Sir, I-I don't have anything to give you."

Taiju leaned in close, stretching across your frame and placing an arm on the back of your chair. He was trying to intimidate you, but it wasn't working, not how he had intended for it to. You were shaking in your seat, but not out of fear.

"You have nothing to give me? Not even a cent of what you owe me?"

You shook your head. You should have known better than to borrow money from the Black Dragons, but now it was too late. Today was the deadline to pay them back and you didn't have anything.

You looked Taiju in the eye. He was angry, certainly. He didn't even try to hide it. His eyebrows were tense and his mouth was downturned. The anger showed on his face, but as your eyes traveled down his body you noticed something else.

Slowly you started spreading your legs, letting your tight skirt rise up your thighs as you did. Your eyes looked back at Taiju's, but he wasn't looking at your face anymore. He was looking down.

"I don't have any of the money I owe you, sir, but there are other ways I could help you... if you're interested."

Your hands worked their way down your thighs, pulling your skirt up even higher. Your panties were soaked. Just the thought of one of Taiju's large hands reaching down to touch you, to slide a finger inside, to fuck you.... god it was weighing on your mind more than anything, and after spitting the bulge in his pants you knew he wanted it too. This was how you could pay him back.

For a moment he was silent and you thought you were screwed. You'd offended him. He was only going to ask more of you now, he was going to hurt you or your family, or worse, he may just kill you for this. But then you saw it - a smile slowly crawling across his face.

He laughed, his voice loud and deep, echoing across the warehouse.

"You are offering me something you can't handle, you realize that don't you?" Taiju leaned in even closer, you could feel his breath on your ear as he spoke, "But if it is all you have, I will take my first payment now."

2024 © all works belong to xostarr. do not repost my work anywhere else.

[delulu4anime]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔗𝔢𝔫⇥ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱɪɴɴᴇᴅ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛ!ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ ꜱʜɪʙᴀ x ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜɪʙᴀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛ�� ɢᴏᴅ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ʜɪᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ʀᴇᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴘɪᴠ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ɪ.ᴇ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴀᴍʙ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ), ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 5.8𝚔+ (ɪ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴇᴍɴ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ɴᴏ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ.)

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞-ɪ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ʙʏ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛʜᴇɪꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛɪᴀɴ-ʙᴀᴘᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ. ɪ ɢᴏᴏɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ. ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴍʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀʀʙ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴ, ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜɪᴛ. ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜɪʙᴀ? ᴏʜ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀ/ɴ ᴜᴘꜱᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴜᴛᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀɪᴊᴜ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴛᴜɴᴇᴅ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜɪʙᴀ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴏᴜʀ/ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ/ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴀʟ/ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ/ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ/ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ/ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴋ/ᴀ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ

You had existed for a millennium as a divine succubus with a human form that would change every century or so. Like any succubus, catching prey was easy and you had countless contracts with humans you barely even remembered. However, over the last few decades you found yourself getting rather bored of the same thing over and over again. So you tried your luck in a place no sane demon would set foot in...churches. Being in a place of worship didn’t cause you to catch fire and scream out an agony like the movies tried to portray. It was more of a nagging migraine that would dissipate the next day which was well worth it when the pay out was turning righteous beings away from their god. You had been to many churches and scored many contracts but you were looking for something harder to obtain. Something that would actually be entertaining and that's when you found it. 

You found him. You were welcomed right into the congregation as another lost soul in search of the correct path. The leader of the congregation and head clergy member was Father Shiba. It wasn't hard to see that he was a devoted man with values that reflect those of his lord and savior. He had a rather aloof personality but was always willing to help guide the sheep in his flock closer to god. It was exactly the fun you had been searching decades for. You waited until you were seen as a regular before moving in for the kill. It was a chilly Sunday night and the service had ended nearly forty minutes before; plenty of enough time for the congregation to have gone home. 

This was the time Father Shiba took for himself; to reflect on the word of god he had preached while lighting a cigarette and inhaling its addictive fumes. It was a vice that wasn't well received between clergy members and the congregation alike. This was the perfect time for him to indulge in a sin he'd repent for once he finished. He took another drag as you rounded to the back of the church.

"My, my Father and here I thought you were nearly god's spitting image." You teased as you leaned against the building.

Father Shiba heard your voice as he blows the smoke out from his lips. He looks over his shoulder and flicks the cigarette butt elsewhere; so much for peace and quiet. 

"What are you doing here? Mass has ended quite some time ago. I figured you've left by now." Father Shiba finally spoke up.

"I was just so moved by the sermon today Father Shiba," You started out. "I was going to ask a favor of you earlier but as always so many of the others flock to you. I wanted to wait for the right time. I was wondering if we could discuss some scriptures and pray together?"

Father Shiba raises an eyebrow at your words. He couldn't deny that you, the newcomer, hadn't caught his attention. You looked to be in your mid-twenties yet the stories the other clergy members had told him made it seem like you had been to hell and back. What troubled you so? As a priest it was his duty to help a lost lamb like you find the light again. He nodded his head and motioned for you to follow him back inside.

"Of course. Come with me." 

You hummed and followed after him back into the church. You passed a few of the clergy members who stayed behind to clean up, pray, and set up for the upcoming week. Father Shiba greeted each one, they greeted him back, and smiled at you as you both passed by. Father Shiba lead you upstairs and down a narrow hall which was lined with various portraits of god, scenes from the bible, and scriptures. Father Shiba continued to walk down the hallway with the confidence of someone who had walked it in hopes to help a lost lamb many times before. He opened the door at the end of the hallway that lead into his office; it was a decent sized room with a small window that overlooked the front of the church. There was oak desk with a leather chair that you assumed he spent many hours praying and looking over the sermon for the upcoming week. 

There was a leather couch on the neighboring wall with a bookcase full of different religious books, scriptures, and binders. In the other corner of the room was a small wooden alter with a statue of Jesus on the cross. He stands to the side so you can walk into the room and he motions over to the couch. You make your way over and sit down as the leather shifts underneath you. You look around his office as you crossed your leg over the other.

"It's quite cozy in here Father Shiba."

Father Shiba makes his way over to sit down on the couch with you. He leans back, resting an arm on the armrest and crossing one leg over the other. His sharp golden eyes studied you, taking in every little detail. He nodded, acknowledging your words.

"Indeed it is. I like to make it inviting for anyone seeking guidance." Father Shiba said before he clasped his hands together. "Now you said you wanted to discuss scriptures and pray with me, correct?"

"Ah yes," You said as you turned to face him a little more. "tonight's sermon about celibacy really spoke to me. But some of the scriptures you read got me thinking. Like Roman 12:1."

"And what precisely about that verse got you thinking?"

"Am I wrong for wanting to have someone and wanting to devote myself to god? I mean the verse says: 'Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship'," You quoted the verse as you tilt your head. "doesn't that mean god wants me to present my body for him and he alone?"

Father Shiba's face didn't change from his usual stoic expression as he listened to you speak. It was a matter of faith and one that he was all too familiar with.

"The verse you speak of is not to be taken literally. It is a call to live a life of service and devotion to God. To offer one's body as a living sacrifice is to dedicate oneself to serving God's will and to use one's gifts and talents for his glory, not to present one's body in a physical manner."

"You make it seem so easy to understand the scriptures Father," You say with a sigh. "I want to live up to god's image but it's so hard sometimes."

Father Shiba's gaze softened slightly as he listened to your words. There was so many lost lambs who said the same thing and even he had struggled for so long to get to where he was.

"Ah, I understand what you mean. It is hard to live a life devoted to God. It takes discipline and sacrifice. But I assure you, it is worth it in the end."

You hummed at his words as you looked around him office for a moment. You stood up and made your way over to the open window. The sheer curtain blowing in the window as you looked down at the courtyard. Some of the other members of the clergy leaving for the night.

"How long have you been a man of the cloth Father Shiba?"

He leaned back fully against the couch as he rested his elbow on the arm of the couch. It had been so long he had to think about it for a minute.

"Mm, a long time. I've been serving the church as a priest for fifteen years." He said as studied you, wondering what you were really getting at.

You let out a low whistle as you turn to look back at him.

"Fifteen years?" You repeat before you lean against the windowsill. "No wonder you have all the answers. It's like this is second nature to you. Almost like breathing." Father Shiba can't help but hum as the corners of his mouth tilt up.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that. It is second nature. Serving God is part of who I am. It's not something that I take lightly."

"What did you do before you were a priest?" You asked and he sighed. A hand running over his face as he shakes his head.

"I was a lost lamb like you once. On the wrong path that god didn't intend for me to take. But the lord made sure I got back on track by opening my eyes and since then I have devoted my life to him and the church." 

"Did you ever want to meet someone and start a family?" You asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I thought about it when I was a bit younger but I soon came to the conclusion that wasn't part of god's plan for me. I have my hands full with running the church and making sure everyone in the congregation is happy."

You nodded your head as you listened to his words. You pushed off the windowsill before you turned to close the window.

"You mentioned in Corinthians that Paul says unmarried people are more focused on the Lord and pleasing him, while married people are more focused on worldly affairs and pleasing their spouse. Do you agree with him then?"

"In my case yes, I do agree with what Paul says in Corinthians. Marriage often brings a new set of priorities and responsibilities, which can make it harder to fully focus on God."

"And in those fifteen years you've been utterly faithful to your Heavenly Father?" You said and Father Shiba raised a brow at your question. Wasn't it obvious? All he could do was nod his head as he watched you close the window. "So does that mean in a little over a decade you've never seen a woman you wanted?" 

Father Shiba's brow now furrows as his lips part to say something but before he can you interrupt.

"In fifteen years you never gazed upon a woman who had fallen to her knees begging for your guidance. Pleading for you to cleanse her from sin and not had the urge to sink into her so you could hear her cry your name?" 

Despite his best efforts to stay composed Father Shiba couldn't help the way his cheeks heated up and he knew there was color starting to rise up in his cheeks. The way you spoke such blasphemes things without a second thought. He shifted on the couch as he suddenly averted his gaze from you. He wasn't going to let you see any hint of vulnerability in his expression. 

"No, I've never thought such things. I am devoted to my faith and serving God. I have not given in to such desires or tempted to stray from my vows." Father Shiba said in a matter-of-fact tone that left no room for discussion on the matter. But for you? Oh it just made you smile. 

"Are you saying you're immune to a woman's beauty then? Never once had that natural urge inside every mortal man to take a woman in a biblical sense? I mean if god made those thoughts natural for mankind to survive, thrive even, then why shy away from it as if it's a sin?" 

Father Shiba takes a deep breath, feeling the heat in his face growing. Your questions were becoming increasingly bold, and you seemed to be pushing his buttons very intentionally. His mind was swirling with conflicting thoughts and feelings. He tried to focus on the words of the Lord, to stay true to his vows and resist the temptation before him.

"I am not immune to a woman's beauty, nor am I immune to temptation. However...I have chosen to deny myself such desires in the name of serving God and living a life of purity and devotion."

"Well if that's the case why would god create such an act if sex is seen as a sin?" You ask as you tilt your head, acting as if you're just so confused by all this.

"It is not a sin for married couples to engage in sexual relations with each other, as long as it is done within the bounds of holy matrimony. However, outside of marriage, sexual relations are generally considered inappropriate and sinful. Especially for those who devote their life to God."

"But god loves all his children does he not? He created sex as a way to bring him glory and worship him fully did he not? So sex in general, if anything, should be explored if it is for Christ." You say as you push off the windowsill and start to make your way over to him slowly.

Father Shiba's expression darkens at your words and his gaze finally moves to you. It was becoming more and more clear that you were not here to pray or have a serious discussion about your faith. You were testing his faith and pushing his buttons intentionally. Yet he refused to let you get the better of him.

"Sex was created by God for procreation and as a means of expressing intimacy and love between husband and wife within the bounds of marriage. It is not a tool to be exploited or used indiscriminately, especially for 'bringing him glory'."

You sigh as you suddenly fall down to your knees before him. You close your eyes and bow your head. Your hands raised up slightly as you clasp them together.

"Forgive me Father...it is why I seek your guidance. Your sermon about celibacy has moved me for that reason. That desire in me continues to grow daily. It's an insatiable hunger. It makes me wonder if I'm even worthy of god's love."

Father Shiba's expression suddenly softens when you suddenly fall to your knees. He could see how sincere you seemed and the conflict within you. He shouldn't have been so quick to judge; maybe you were just trying to understand him. He studies you carefully as he lets out a sigh.

"Little lamb, you are worthy of God's love. You are not alone in your struggles with temptation and desire, but we were born with sin in our hearts. We all face trials and tribulations in this life. The important thing is to seek guidance, confess your sins, and to strive to live a life that brings glory to God."

He watches as you lift your head up and his eyes widens slightly when he sees the tears in your waterline. Your bottom lip wobbles as if you were just a moment away from crying. He can't deny that it tugs at his heart strings.

"If I confess my sins to you will god forgive me Father Shiba?"

"God is merciful and willing to forgive all sins if we sincerely repent. Confessing your sins to me is a step towards seeking forgiveness from God. I will listen and offer guidance and support, but it is ultimately up to you to seek forgiveness and turn away from your sins." Father Shiba says in an even tone and you nod your head as you put your hands on the wooden floorboard and start to crawl towards him. 

"Please help me with my affliction Father Shiba. You seem to understand my soul when you speak the words of god to the congregation."

Father Shiba shifts against the couch again as he tries to brace himself for your next move. He wasn't sure how this was going to go. His mind was starting to race. All he could do was offer you the same support he always offered to the lost little lambs in his flock.

"L-Little lamb, I am here to help. Confess your sins to me and together we shall seek forgiveness from the Lord." Father Shiba said and before he could clear his throat his breath hitches when he feels your hands on his knees once you reach him.

"How should I even start my prayer father? How should I ask for gods help?" You softly ask as you start to gently push his legs part. 

Father Shiba doesn't understand what's happening; everything in him was telling him to stop you immediately. Yet all his body can do is stiff in as if you had some physical effect on him. He tries to remain calm like he was did in challenging moments.

"You can begin by confessing your sins to me, child. Tell me what sins are troubling your heart and mind."

"Forgive me father for I have sinned...I've never confessed my sins to anyone. The desire to get on my hands and knees for a man. To worship him with my mouth and tongue claws at my mind. To use my body and hear his moans like a prayer. It's insatiable Father."

Father Shiba's eyes widen as your words hit him like a ton of bricks. His heart starts to beat faster as he watches you lower your head so your cheek was pressed against his thigh while your hands were clasped together in his lap. 

"Little lamb, you must resist these desires. They are sinful and will only lead to further temptation and harm..."

"Father please...I'm unsure how to resist." You say with a sniffle as you look up at him from your spot between his legs. You nuzzle your cheek against his thigh and you hear him exhale a breath above you.

Father Shiba closes his eyes and grits his teeth as you nuzzle into his thigh, your face pressing against him in a way that sent a wave of physical pleasure through his body. He can feel himself starting to lose control, his hand twitching as it rests on the arm of the couch.

"You must strengthen your faith and resist temptation... these desires are not to be acted upon... you must trust in God and seek forgiveness for having these thoughts.."

"Oh but Father Shiba," You breathe out as you move to his other thigh and nuzzle your face there. You inhaled his scent and you had to keep your mouth from salivating. "why would god allow me to have these conflicting thoughts? Why would he allow my body to feel this hot and achy if it is a sin?"

The switch to the other thigh sends a shiver down Father Shiba's spine, the combination of your touch and the feeling of your breath he could feel even though his cassock was driving him wild. Your words, spoken in so soft and yet seductive tone, make him struggle to keep his composure. He grips the arm of the couch tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fights against the growing desire within him.

"These thoughts and desires are a test of your faith and devotion to God... you must resist them... it is sinful to give in to such lusts.."

"If I fight these thoughts will god love me?" You ask as you start to move your hands under his cassock as your met with the fabric of his black slacks.

The feeling of your hands running up his thighs, rubbing softly against the fabric of his slacks, is becoming unbearable. He can feel his body responding to your touch and proximity, a heat building within him that he's struggling to control. Your question hangs in the air, and he stammers for a moment before finally responding, his voice more strained than before.*

"Yes... if you fight these thoughts and resist temptation, God will love you... it is a test of your faith and your devotion to Him..."

"Will you pray over me Father?" You breathe out as you rise up from the floor and slowly start to climb into his lap. Your lips brushing over the skin on his neck once you get seated comfortably. "I am so frightened these thought will consume me. That I will be too far gone and that god won't love me anymore."

Father Shiba's heart is racing and his breathing is ragged as your lips brush over his neck, your words sending a shiver down his spine. A part of him wants to push you away, to maintain his composure and professionalism. To remain faithful to his vow to god. But the other part - the part that's been growing stronger as each moment passes - wants only to feel more of your touch. He swallows hard and nods his head.

"Yes, my little lamb... I will pray for you... and you will not be alone in your struggle against these thoughts and desires...God will always love you as long as you remain faithful to Him.."

"Even though my mind is filled with such sin right now? He would still love a filthy sinner like me?" You whisper as your lips brush over his earlobe. Your hips shifting against his lap.

The feeling of your lips so close to his ear and your hips shifting against his lap wasn't helping his racing thoughts. The realization that you were sitting on his lap caused the heat growing within him to pool in his lower abdomen. His voice is barely above a whisper as he replies.

"Yes... God loves all his children no matter how sinful they are... as long as you have the desire to seek forgiveness and turn away from your sins, you will always be welcome in his love and mercy..."

"Tell me Father...what's on the mind of a pure man like you? Maybe I can follow your holy example."

Father Shiba's mind is swirling with conflicting thoughts and desires as you start to shift your hips against him. He grabs onto the fabric of the couch desperately trying to hold on to the little bit of restraint that he still has. He can barely focus, his body responding to your close proximity, but he forces himself to answer your question despite how strained his voice was.

"A pure man... a man who is devoted to God... his thoughts are filled with the words of scripture, prayer, and the ways he can lead his congregation towards salvation..." 

"Then why does your body say otherwise?" You whisper against his skin. "It's okay to confess too isn't it Father? Let's repent together."

That's all it took for the fifteen years of celibacy to come crashing down. The fifteen years of being focused on nothing but god's words and helping his lost flock find god. Fifteen years gone.

"Yes... it's okay to confess... we can repent and seek forgiveness together..." Father Shiba whispered, his tone dripping with desire.

He lets go of the couch and moves his shaky hands to your thighs. His fingers moving under the fabric of your dress and he could feel your plush skin in the palm of his hands. You smile against his ear feeling his finally give way to his earthly desires. He can feel his body responding to you, his breath starting to become labored as he continues to slowly slide his hands up your thighs. He needs you, despite knowing it's wrong, he needs desperately has to have you.

"Would you worship me instead Father Shiba...be the deity you sell yourself to?" You as him as you lean back and run your hands up his chest. You want to watch his expression as he answers. 

"Yes," Father Shiba breathed out. "I would worship you. I'd forsake my faith for you." Hearing himself say that he would leave behind his faith in order to workshop her caused the heat in his body to rise up. His hands move to your waist as he started to move you against his clothed hard on. He was so desperate for any kind of contact. He leans in as his lips hovered over your neck; his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I would fall to my knees before you. I'd worship you with my hands and mouth."

Your eyes widened at his words and how it had such a strong effect on you. It had been so long since a human had made you feel this way and a man of the cloth no less.

"You'd forsake your god and sell your soul to me?"

Father Shiba inhales your scent, an aphrodisiac in itself, and his mind is a blur. Clouded with nothing but desire and he doesn't hesitate to not his head. He bucks his hips against you and lets out a wonton moan.

"Yes... I'd forsake everything. My god, my faith, my morals. I'd sell my soul to you...I'd do anything you asked of me."

"All for a bite of the forbidden fruit?" You breathe out as you suddenly rip open his cassock and his white button up shirt underneath. Your eyes landing on his tattoos that were always well hidden under his clothes and it only made you crave him even more. This priest had more to his story than what meets the eye. 

Father Shiba shivers as he feels you tear his cassock open and the cool air attack his warm skin. His breathing comes in ragged gasps and his heart hammers in his chest as he gazes up at you. His need for you overriding all rational thought.

"Yes. I'd do anything. I need you...I need to feel you, taste you, worship you."

You hummed as you listened to his words. You couldn't deny that his words were turning you on more than any other human had before. You started to shift more into your true form as the red little horns started to become more visible; your thin, whip-like tail with the tip shaped like a heart moving about freely. Your large wings spreading out and taking up more space in his office. His admission was all you needed for his soul to officially be yours. You laid both your hands against his bare chest and made sure to mark his skin with your marking. Each succubus having her own distinct marking to let any other succubus know who the victim belonged to. 

He winced at the burning sensation as she engraved her marking into his skin; it was too late for him to turn back now. Not that he was sure he even wanted to even now that he knows what you truly are. 

"Oh Father Shiba how you excite me with your words. Fifteen years of celibacy and you throw it away in a moments notices. You must be touch-starved." You practically purr out and shift your hips against him.

A soft groan escapes his lips as you shift your hips against him again, the words ringing in his ears. He had been trained as a priest to keep his desires in check, to deny his body's needs, but now all the years of celibacy are catching up to him.

"Yes...I am. I'm touch-starved. I've denied myself for so long but I can't resist you. I need you too badly to care about the consequences anymore."

"Oh my dear sweet human," You say as you lean forward and run your forked tongue along the column of his throat. "There is no consequences for lust. Only a reward. A satisfaction you have been depriving yourself of. You prayed to an empty sky before but I will answer all your prayers from now on. Now allow yourself to consume the fruit your deity will present to you."

Father Shiba's breath hitches as your forked tongue runs up his throat, the sensation thrilling, only fanning the flames of need burning within him.

"Please. I need the fruit you offer my salvation."

You suddenly pushed him back onto the couch and you snap your fingers which caused your clothes to practically disappear. Your marking on your lower stomach glowed along with his. The act was about to seal the deal forever. You straddled his face and he wraps his arms around your thighs immediately. His thumbs reaching up and spreading your wet lips apart and he groans. Your natural scent making his mouth water.

"You are unbelievably beautiful." Father Shiba says in a breathless tone. "I need to worship you with my mouth."

With that he starts to press soft kisses against both of your inner thighs, before he leans up to press a soft kiss against your pussy. He needed to worship you. To prove to you that he was worthy to be claimed by you. He lolls his tongue out as he starts to eat the forbidden fruit he hadn't realized he craved until now. You let out a moan as you grabbed onto his hair and started to move your hips against his tongue. He groans against you as you help guide him, his hands gripping your thighs. He savors the way you feel, the way you taste, and the way you smell. 

It leaves his mind with only one goal and that was to please you. He started to flick his tongue against you as he explored more of you with an almost frenzied need. He is worshipping his precious deity. 

"Your tongue feels so good human. Better than I expected." You moan out for him. "Just like that." 

Father Shiba moaned against you and the vibration only served to make you feel even better. His nose brushing against your clit everything he dove his tongue deeper into your cunt. You tilt your head back and moan loudly and you wondered for a moment if you were the one under his spell and not the other way around. You grasp tightening as you grind against his mouth harder and you feel him buck his hips up slightly. You gasp when you feel him start sucking on your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth. It was what had you coming undone for him just a few seconds later. His name on your tongue as it lolled out and his nails dug into your skin. 

He easily drank up your sweet nectar and when he pulled away you whined at the lack of contact. You had planned to riding him like you often did with all of the humans you played with. However, you let out a yelp when he suddenly pushed you back onto the couch. He removed his torn cassock along with his ripped shirt, belt, and slacks. Your lidded gaze noticed the mirror behind him and you noticed the big cross tattooed on his back it truly made you wonder who he was. This human had your mind spiraling and it was the first time in a long time. Your mouth watered when he pulled down his boxers and he was left naked before you. 

His toned, tattooed body was something you don't think you'd ever forget. You recalled him saying he had a life before he committed himself to Christ and you wondered if how much he learned during those years before he became a man of the cloth. That thought lasted all of two seconds when he suddenly dove right into your heat. You both moaned in unison and before you could even get use to the stretch Father Shiba was already setting a brutal pace. He grabbed the back of your knees and immediately pushed your knees to your chest. His gaze fixated on the way your pussy took his cock and it was a sight to behold. You reached out a put your shaky hands on his toned thighs and cried out for him.

"S-Slow down!" You whimpered out. Something you had never said before. No human had ever done this to you before. He groaned above you as his lips pulled into a cocky grin.

"You present to me the sweetest fruit known to man and expect me to slow down? I didn't think I had already screwed your brain that dumb." Father Shiba said with a breathy tone and you could see the way your marking started to glow brighter which indicated that you were getting close already.

"M' not gonna last l-long." 

"Already? Figured a succubus would have higher stamina than this. Something we can work on my salvation." Father Shiba grunted out as he started to pound into you more. 

Your nails digging into the skin of his thighs as you couldn't hold open your eyes anymore. Nor could you hold on anymore and you came undone for him with a loud cry of his name. All you could focus on was the sound of groaning above you and the sound of your bodies continuing to connect with one another. He slams into you just a few more times before he moans out and buries himself all the way to the hilt. You feel the way he spills his seed into you and you loll your tongue out. Your eyes rolling back as it feeds your hunger. You usually had to go a few rounds before you felt satisfied but with this human you had done a one and done. You panted as you turned your head to the side. 

You felt like a rag doll and before you could even think to do anything he was already flipping you over onto your stomach. Your nails digging into the fabric of the couch as your body trembled. You looked over your shoulder as he lifted your hips up and he smiled.

"I still have so much to worship my salvation."

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[bleach-your-panties]

●Texting your anime bf to show him your new nails! pt. 3🍧🍭💗💗

♡pt. 1

♡pt. 2

♡w/ manjiro "mikey" sano, wakasa imaushi, & taiju shiba!

♡crack/suggestive text fic!

tagging: @wakashawty @simpingfor-wakasa

(not my designs)

[sirenscriptures]

⭒˚‧ POST-WORK OUT ₊˚・⊹ — t. shiba

୨୧ before reading: fem ! reader, no plot necessary, mirror sex, sweaty sex, use of pet/endearment names, praise, creampie, groping, size difference. 1.5k.

⭒˚‧ notes: another reupload from my old blog <3 wanting to get back into tokyo rev since i miss it very very much so enjoy this morsel for now!

Ꮺᥫ᭡ 18+ only. minors and blank/empty blogs DNI ✰⊰

“you’re home early.” you murmur with a smile, eyes remaining fixated on the mirror in front of you.

in the corner of your eye, you could glimpse his large figure step through the doorway of your shared apartment, closing the door behind him with a click.

dressed in nothing but a gym tank top laced with a jacket and sweatpants that still had the faint remnants of sweat from taiju’s evening workout, even a slight glance from you could capture just how big he was.

shit…you may have been good at hiding it by now, but the sight of your bulky, rugged boyfriend coming home like that did so many things to you.

his sharp gaze never truly met with your own, but judging by the sweet smell of your perfume filling the room and the fresh, damp shower smell radiating from your bedroom, he could tell you looked damn good tonight.

you swiped the black eyeliner wand over your waterline, painting a crisp, thin line towards your eyelid. a neat, pointy wing perched at the edge of your eyes now, making your pupils appear brighter.

tossing his jacket to the couch, taiju turned to look at you.

of course, you were dressed in his favorite outfit he bought for you. a lacy top with a sweetheart neckline, a skirt lined with one of his chains, and the sapphire necklace across your chest.

something simple as seeing you so nonchalantly apply your makeup was enough to puncture his mind with so many thoughts.

you were such a distraction to him…the way you were able to erase anything he was thinking about in the moment. but it was one distraction he would never regret submitting to.

the image of him bending you over the vanity you stood in front of, large hand binding your neck as your pretty, teary eyes pleaded up at him for more was all he could picture as he approached you.

it was almost as if the scent of you drew him closer, like some sort of exotic predator luring it’s prey into a trap.

except now, it seemed you were playing the part of the prey in this instance…

before the mascara brush could meet with your eyelashes for a second coating, you felt his hands gingery running up your sides, starting from your hips.

you met his touch with a shiver, glancing at him softly, that darling smile of yours still making his blood rush.

taiju could feel you start to stiffen slightly as his hands snaked up your stomach, then to fondling your breasts. his breath grew rugged and balmy against your neck.

“taiju,” you whine, your lips grazing against his own hungrily.

hearing his name quivering out from your mouth was more addicting than he first expected. his urges to tear into you mercilessly were strong. but, of course, he was a respectful man before he was a monster. especially with those he cared about.

you try not to gasp as he takes you by the chin, drawing you into a kiss. he nearly groans into your mouth as your tongues meet concurrently.

his breath was hot and raucous the more he tasted you, his free hand still groping at your chest.

as he pulled away, the look in his eyes seemed softer than usual. his brow wasn’t furrowed in a rough twist as it often was; it seemed as though he was fully relaxed after your long, deep kisses.

his hand caressed your face, stare completely unbreakable from yours.

“are you ok with this?“ he asks, head gently leaning against your forehead.

you could still hear him slightly panting as he spoke, and looking down, you could see the swelling beginning to form within his sweats.

nodding, you can’t deny or hide the eagerness starting to fire up within you now.

even the slightest thought of him taking you, no matter how many times you two had already done it together, it always managed to make you feel so weak in the knees. it was almost like you were his little puppet in this state, bending completely to his will.

before you can string another thought together, you can feel his erection through the flimsy cloth of his sweats pressing against your ass, his hands messily grabbing at your blouse.

it’s a bit of a tangle before he can get your top off, exposing your upper body to the mirror in front of you. his rough hands run over your breasts favorably, toying with your nipples with a smirk.

“look at yourself, baby,” taiju admires, taking you by the chin again, his gaze pinned to you through your reflection in the mirror.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” he groans, his hips bucking against your soft backside.

you curse under your breath, almost unable to hold yourself together as he tugs your skirt and underwear clean off, fully exposing you now.

moving to face him, he stops you for a moment, blinking at you with that same smile flavoring his lips.

“not yet.” he whispers, facing you back to where you faced the mirror, bending you over slightly.

“i want you to see this.” he purrs, deep voice vibrating with an almost teasing ardor.

you stop yourself from protesting his word, trying your best to stay patient. though, it’s hard when the tip of his cock is taunting your entrance through the separation of a few measly threads.

as he pulls off his clothes, you can feel yourself twitch gazing at his newly exposed body. the fact he’s so much bigger than you and that he has you nearly folded over…it’s almost too much to handle.

taiju makes sure he’s gentle when he slides in, his entire body prickling with heat as his teeth grit. your plush walls take him in so well, your now hot wetness enveloping him the deeper he pushes inside you.

your hands gripped the edge of the wooden surface beneath you, the shape your knuckles protruding through your skin with how tight you held on. even though his thrusts were gentle and slow, the feeling of him stretching you out was enough to make you want to cry out.

“god—fuck…” he growls, rough fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

his thrusts almost immediately pick up in speed as the trembling whimpers falling from your lips crescendo into desperate sobs.

through the mirror, he could see the freshly-applied mascara and liner begin to trickle down your cheeks. you looked so ruined already…it made him throb even more, coming so close to filling you up.

he smirks, leveling his face with yours, thrusts keeping a consistent, unfaltering pace.

“you’re doin’ so good, honey…” he practically drools over you. “i’m gonna fill you up so fuckin’ much.”

as his cock pounds deeper and faster inside of you, the vanity responds with rapid slams against the wall. you can barely make out any words as he plows into your now dribbling wetness, your legs no longer being able to hold you up with how much they’re shaking.

briefly stopping to turn you around, you’re greeted with those sharp eyes again as he re-adjusts himself inside of you.

you can’t help it. you pull him towards you into another kiss, breathing out shakily as his tongue snakes its way into your mouth again. he takes his time tasting you, tongue swiping against yours as he hums in approval.

taiju chuckles as you whine in disappointment when he pulls away, wiping off a tiny string of drool that’s beneath your lips.

“that’s my girl.” he says huskily as his thrusts pick up once more, marveling at how your tits bounce eagerly in front of him.

he can’t stop himself from fucking so deep until he’s scraping against your cervix, watching in awe as your head flings backwards. you’re so wet that every time he thrusts inside you, there’s a loud slap that rings throughout your living room.

his final thrusts are harsh, slapping into you so hard that you’re certain you can see the glittering of stars beginning to cloud your vision. his seed is so warm inside you, as he pulls out, you can feel some of it trickle down your inner thigh.

your entire weight is upon him, breath heavy as you try to relax yourself. taiju can’t hide his smile as he holds you in his arms, your body only partially supported by the vanity.

as you look up at him again, he chuckles at the streaks of makeup crusted beneath your eyes.

“i really did a number on you there, huh?” he teases.

you roll your eyes playfully. “let me wipe it off.”

you reach for the wrinkled bag of makeup wipes that shockingly didn’t get knocked off the vanity with the rest of your products. but that’s when he stopped you.

“i’ve got a better idea.” he says, scooping you up into his arms, making you straddle him.

“how about we shower if off, hm?” he says, leaning his forehead against yours again, a soft gesture that always made your heart flutter.

“i can help you clean up.” he winks, that same shitty grin on his face again.

“shut up…” you scoff back laughter, fighting the smile that was spreading across your lips.

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written by sirenscriptures. do not copy, repost, rewrite, translate, use, or post on to any other site.

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[usagikookiejams]

BEING AWAY FROM THEM FOR SOME WEEKS

Shiba Taiju, Sano Shinichiro, Haitani Ran

⚠️WARNING: Curse words, mentions of kill (no actual killing tho in this hc), 'crazy' behavior lol

SHIBA TAIJU

"When are you coming back, baby?," the guy on the other line inquired. "Can you like stop asking me same question for the past 2 weeks already?," you tsked. "Brat, I'm just asking ya know," you could feel him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "Hehe sorry love, I promise I will come back ASAP once my event is done here. Mwah, TTYL!," you hung up. Fast forward, you came back to Japan after 4 days since the call. You arrived at Taiju's house a.k.a Black Dragon's HQ where you could see most of his subordinates were bandaged up. "What the...," your thoughts were interrupted upon hearing some yelling, HIS yell to be exact. You entered the house to witness Taiju beating up his subordinate with a baseball bat. "Care to explain?," you inquired which led to Taiju stopping his action, and the subordinate repeatedly bow at you while saying thank you. Kokonoi came into the frame while laughing, "He got WILD when you were not by his side, so he released the pent up stress towards these guys." Taiju let go of the bat and walked towards you, "Tch! They are lucky that you are here already. If not, I swear I could go rampage and kill half of these useless guys." You looked at him dead in the eyes while shaking your head, "You maniac, how do I even like you in the first place." Taiju just shrugged and took you to ride on his motorcycle while enjoying your presence again.

SANO SHINICHIRO

You were watering the plant in your parents' garden when suddenly your phone started ringing. You went to retrieve them before greeting the other person on the line, "Hello babe!." You could hear rustling which may indicates that the person was still in bed. "Hey darling, I miss you so much! Can you come home by today? Ahhh I literally haven't eaten properly since you left," which continued by the sounds of Emma's nag telling him to get his ass off the bed and go to work already. You could hear a loud 'hey gimme back!' before Shinichiro's voice was replaced with Emma's on the other line, "Hey Y/N, when are you coming back? This lazybum has been off his job for 3 weeks now, reasoning that he doesn't have enough energy to work. Ugh I really hate to tell you this but can you please please PLEASE come back ASAP. Istg he has been losing a lot of weight already ugh!." You talked with them for some minutes more before having to hang up. You felt guilty and tried to talk about it with your parents, in which they agreed that you should go back home to Shinichiro as your mom has been getting better from her sickness. Thus, the next day, you arrived at Tokyo. You didn't tell Shinichiro about your plan so upon seeing your face by the main door, Shinichiro dropped to his knees to hug your legs tightly while crying like a baby. "Please don't leave me ever again! If you need to go to your hometown, bring me with you so that we will not be separated huwaaa 😭😭," he messily crying, ruining your pants with his tears and snots. You just laughed at his behavior but still agreeing to his suggestion. "Ahh, this man is gonna be the death of me lol," you monologued in your head.

HAITANI RAN

You wouldn't lie that leaving this house in the hands of Ran's is really.... unnerving. This man literally loves to cause trouble at home, which most of the time leading you to feel like dying is a better option. Why is that? Cuz this man lovessSSS to pull 'harmless' pranks that drive you crazy, like right now; "Babeee, do you think the fish in the fish tank could survive if I put a sprinkleee of chilli flakes in the water?," Ran showed you the fish tank via the facetime. "Don't you dare Ran! That is MY fish so don't do this crazy shit unless you don't want me coming home again," you threatened him. "Hmmm...," he walked closer to the tank while shaking what seems like the small container of the chilli flakes you frequently use. "AHHH! ISTG DON'T!!," you screamed at him while saying profanity words. "HAHAHAHHA!!," you could see his camera shaking from his laugh, he later on flipped the camera to front facing him. "Dumbass babygirl, I would never do bad shit like that to animals you know 😔. Though I kill people on a daily basis. What kind of a maniac do you think I am? ☹️," he jutted his lower lip faking sadness. You glared at him through the screen while 'promising' that you are going to beat his ass once you come back. In the end, that promise was fulfilled by you beating his back with the frying pan he bought you on your birthday <3