#kimetsu gakuen smut

[kakushino]

pe teacher giyuu who helps you out with warm-up stretches by crouching down behind you and placing his warm hands on your back, pushing you forward into the space between your parted legs. when he feels the resistance, he clicks his tongue and leans in to whisper into your ear: "i know you can do better than this, or have you forgotten the way you spread your legs like a slut for me just last night?"

Okay- I- Gods, reading this again and again makes me feel so hot like this has no business being so hot. My brain is a scrambled egg.

I wanted to save this until I start writing what we talked about, which will appear as WIP on my masterlist tonight, but fuck if I don't wanna share the blurb I wrote continuing that.

You nearly experienced a full-body twitch when he whispered that in your ear. The stretch of last night still left your muscles sore, in more ways than one.

Your face felt hot remembering how you struggled to take it, to take him. Giyuu was big and he made you cry on his dick more than once, including last night's session. 

And it was just Monday. Yet, you could bet you were soaking your panties only from his proximity. How were you supposed to survive the week before you could be with him again? 

"Answer me, [L/N]," he ordered, pushing more against your back in the pretense of helping you stretch, the burn punishing on its own. "Or will I need to remind you who's in charge?"

"I have not forgotten, sensei," you say in a strained whisper, trying not to fight back against his hold. The noises of the class faded away to you as all you could focus on was him - his warm hands, his breath against your ear, body so close to your own. You were lucky no one paid attention to you two.

"Meet me after class."

His warmth disappeared.

[everlastingleuthymia]

I love himmmmm , his in thee mood

[sunandflame]

Shards of Glass, Chapter 9

Summary: Kyojuro Rengoku, History Teacher on the Kimetsu Academy, is constantly having strange dreams about a Slayer who looks exactly like him. He thinks nothing of it until he recognizes a very specific person from these dreams and feels a very unique connection to her.

Pairing: History Teacher Kyojuro x Teacher Fem!Reader

Trope: Reincarnation / Sequel to Flame and Water (can be stand-alone)

Word Count: 3851

Warning: smut

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Crossposted on AO3

Masterlist of Shards of Glass

“Could you take in two strays who were caught up in the rain?”

He looked at her in shock and immediately stepped aside to let her in, which she did. She was the last person he would expect here, but he wasn't expecting anyone at this late hour. He closed the door behind them and studied her, noticing how wet she was from the rain. Her hair stuck to her face and she shivered noticeably. Something black jumped out of her arm and immediately explored the area until the cat ran along Kyojuro's legs and purred at him.

So that was the second stray she was talking about. Kyojuro smiles at the feline and kneels on his haunches to pet the cat who is immediately smitten by him. The moment he looks up at Y/N his face turns serious as he rises up to clasp her arms in both of his hands. It’s obvious that something happened but he does not dare to ask, not now when she was shaken.  “You are freezing.” He rubs her arms to create warm friction. “How about you first take a shower while I make you some hot chocolate to drink?” Y/N nods with teary eyes and he leads her into his little bathroom.

~ ~ ~

The warmth of the water jet was a blessing to her chilled skin. She had surveyed the bathroom and had noticed how sporadically everything was arranged, as if he had just moved in here. She noted the two bottles that were on the floor of the shower and smelled them before using them. Amber and pine trees. An interesting combination, but one she had already smelled on him. She remembered the first time when his scent hit her nose as she stood close to him while they talked. She had to resist the temptation to move closer to him and sniff his neck, knowing how odd that might have looked. The fact that she now had the chance to use his shampoos and smell like him made her blush. Especially when she slipped into his hoodie and sweatpants after showering. She couldn't help but bury her nose in the soft material and sniff the soothing smell of Kyojuro.

She couldn't help but think of how he had looked at her earlier. His eyes wide in surprise. His golden-red waves that were in a messy bun. His white shirt that was so tight around his muscular pectorals, showing off the definition she never noticed before and oh god… Those gray sweatpants that sat so dangerously low on his hips. She felt the heat go to her head again and was about to jump back to take a cold shower, but this wasn't her apartment. She was only a guest. Y/N took a deep breath and looked into the bathroom mirror for a brush and combed her wet hair with it.

Shimizu purred and constantly rubbed against his legs as he prepared the hot chocolate on the stove. As he stirred the dark liquid with the spoon, several thoughts ran through his mind. What happened to her? Why was she outside at this time? Threatening herself with sickness? Why was she crying? Was she hungry? His thoughts were interrupted as he saw a figure from the corner of his eyes.

“She seems to like you a lot.”

Kyojuro turned to her and saw her standing at the door frame. His clothes were definitely too big for her, her eyes still puffy from crying and yet she looked beautiful. To see her in his clothes like this stirred something deep inside him and he felt his cheeks growing warmer. “Yes, it seems like it. I like her too.” He looked down at the feline with a smile and reached down to scratch her under her chin. “Just make yourself comfortable on the couch. I will come in a minute and then we can talk. If you want.”

She nodded and seated herself on his couch. Kyojuro seated himself next to her and handed her the cup. “Here, this should warm you up.”

With a grateful nod she took the cup and sipped on the hot chocolate. He didn't know why, but he watched her closely as she closed her eyes in pleasure, running her tongue over her upper lip. “Delicious…” she sighed out and gave him a smile. “Thank you very much, I really needed that.”

“You are welcome. If you need anything else, let me know.” He smiled back at her.

“Thanks, but I think the hot chocolate should be enough for now.” She took another long sip and remained silent. Kyojuro didn't know what to say either. What was he supposed to say anyway? She was the one who came to him drenched from the rain with troubles weighing on her shoulders.

The silence became more oppressive until Shimizu jumped between the two of them and meowed very loudly. They both looked at her in surprise and then started to laugh. “I’m sorry Shimizu, I should have offered you something too.” He got up and the feline followed him immediately. He put a bowl with water and some cooked rice that he had from the day before and watched how she started to eat. As his gaze turned back to Y/N, he saw her staring at a picture that was on the drawer. He went there and gave her the frame. It was a picture of his family.

She picked it up reverently and looked at it closely. “Senjuro and you took after your father. It’s like he copy-pasted himself.”

Kyojuro’s smile turned nervous as he scratched the back of his neck. “Yes, the Rengoku genes are actually very strong. This hair color goes back to the Sengoku-era.”

“Really?” She looked at him in surprise and chuckled. “I need to confess something. The first time I saw your hair, I thought that you dyed the tips red, but then I met your little brother in one of my classes and realized that it must run in your family. I always wondered if it was your father or mother.” Her gaze went back to the picture and her smile softened. “Your mother is so beautiful.” 

“Yes she is…” But his eyes were not on the picture, but on her. How she held it carefully in her hands, as if she knew how important it was to him. She put it carefully back and sat down on the couch, her smile dying out slowly. 

Her gaze became distant while she tightly grabbed her mug. Kyojuro was visibly concerned, still debating if he should ask her what happened. The silence did not make the situation better as the worst scenarios were going through his head until he decided to finally ask her. 

“Y/N… Why were you running so late outside in the rain? Did something happen…?” He didn’t dare to finish the sentence.

“Everything is fine…” She gave him a smile to reassure him, but this smile didn’t reach her eyes. 

He scrunched his forked eyebrows. “You are a bad liar.”

Now she couldn’t hold it back any longer and started to laugh. While she laughed, he was able to hear her pain and the tears that she was not able to shed anymore. “But probably still better than you.”

Now he couldn't help but smile at the inside joke that had developed between the two of them. “Y/N you know that you can talk to me, right? You are my friend and my confession didn’t change that fact..”

You are my friend.

I love you, Y/N.

Those words still lingered in her mind. "Kenji and I… We were fighting a lot the past week. The fights became bigger and bigger..." She finally spoke.

"He did not-" Kyojuro was assuming the worst.

"No, no," she immediately corrected him. "I... broke up with him..." She was still not looking at him. 

Kyojuro was surprised and he should be sad about hearing this. A break up, especially if someone had been together for such a long time, must be painful. He remembered how heartbroken he always was in his past break ups. A long silence occurred before Kyojuro decided to open his mouth. "I am sorry to hear that."

She put the mug on the table and leaned back to turn her head to him. "Are you really, Kyo?"

His eyes were now fixated on her plump lips that called his nickname so seductively. So inviting... imploring even. But he stopped himself before turning his golden red hues onto her eyes. "No, I am actually not." 

Was it her who came closer or was he moving towards her? He really shouldn’t do it. He really shouldn't take advantage of her in this situation. The air was filled with tension, the longing was in both of their eyes. 

“Kyo…” Her lips were whispering his name, waiting for him to finally make a move. Fuck it, he thought to himself and took her face in both of his hands and kissed her. Their lips clashed together and something inside them was like ‘finally’. As if his soul had been waiting for it over 100 years and was so desperate for her. The kiss turned hungrier and the sensation was so exhilarating that it strictly stirred his cock, which already started forming a tent in his gray sweatpants. 

It didn't make it any better when she grabbed his hair and desperately pulled him closer so that he fell on top of her. His hardened dick pressed against her. Only the thin layers of fabric separated them, but not preventing the delicious friction that made them both moan into the kiss. “Kyojuro…” Her voice is so whiny and desperate for him that it evoked something primal in him. 

Kyojuro felt as if a flame had ignited inside him, a flame that had been smoldering from the moment he first laid eyes on her. Now it was burning bright, consuming any lingering doubts and restraint he had left. He eagerly kissed her back, his tongue exploring her mouth while his hands gripped her waist tightly. His lips didn’t leave hers as his hands wandered down to her waist and hips. “Not here.” He was not sure if he said that more to himself than to her. It did not matter as he quickly stood up and grabbed her waist, to pick her up. Y/N immediately wrapped her legs tightly around him, kissing his lips, jaw, neck and everywhere else she was able to reach. That elicited a groan from him, making him dig his fingers into her thighs, where he was holding on desperately. It was hard to focus and if he didn’t have an ounce of self control he would have simply fucked her against the wall. However, this was their first time together so he opted to carry her into his bedroom.

Once in his room he draped her slowly onto his bed, his mouth wandering from her lips to her neck where he sucked and kissed the sensitive skin, eliciting all those sweet sighs and moans from her. He moved away from her, his body hovering over hers, to take a little to look at her. Again the sight of her in his clothes just made his heart clench in a way he never expected. His hands roamed over her body and pulled the hoodie over her head. He stared longingly at her bare breasts. Her nipples were already hard and eagerly pointing at him as they begged him to suck on them. He couldn’t take his eyes from her, before he snapped out of it as he realized that she was blushing under him. “Gods… You are so beautiful…” Murmuring words that were so familiar, creating a flashback in the back of his mind where he had said something like that before, but that didn't matter. What was important was that they were both here in the now.

There was something so intimate about being laid bare in front of him, seeing the desire and admiration in his eyes as his hands roamed over her body. Her blush deepened under his words, and she gently pulled his head down towards her chest. “Kyojuro… Please touch me…” She wanted his touch, nearly burned for the sensation his warmth gave her. He didn't need to be told twice and lowered his head down to take her nipple into his mouth, circling the hard peak with his hot tongue. The sudden shock of his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body and made her lower lip quiver. Her gasp only spurred him on further. His hand moved down to her waist, sliding under the fabric of her sweatpants to caress the sensitive skin there. He could feel how wet she was through the fabric, and the thought of it made him harder, if that was even possible.

He could feel the growing need to be inside her, to feel her from the inside, and the realization that they were on the same page seemed to fill his mind. He watched the response from her body and how she writhed under his touch. Those gasps and moans that he so craved; he wanted her to make more of those sounds. More, more, more… His hand on her waist began to slowly pull her sweatpants down, revealing more of her skin. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her naked form. It was like being mesmerized by the most beautiful work of art in the world, and yet, it was the fact that this beauty was his to experience, to explore, that made it so much more intoxicating. 

He began to slowly undress himself as he watched her beneath him on his bed. His gaze was like a physical touch, as if he was already trailing his fingers over the skin he could see. He wanted to make her feel just as wanted and worshiped, as he continued to slowly strip, revealing his toned body. She couldn’t take his eyes off him. His hand moved down and gently caressed her inner thigh, the touch gentle yet possessive.

"Gods, you are so beautiful."

He could hear how she gasped as his mouth moved down her body, and the sound of her voice only made his body react more to her. He lifted his head a bit, looking at her flushed face, and watched her lips part as she took a deep breath while he spread her thighs apart. He could already see her glistening folds, so beautifully exposed to him. The sight sent a wave of desire through his body, and he had to take a moment to gather his own self-control as he leaned down closer, his breath ghosting across her sensitive skin.

“So beautiful," he echoed, his voice thick with need, "I want to taste you…"

Without giving her time to respond, he lowered his mouth to her core, his tongue swiping across her sensitive flesh in one slow, languid motion. The taste of her was so sweet, so intoxicating, that it took all his self-control not to just devour her right then and there.

As he continued to lavish attention on her, he felt her hands in his hair, gripping and tugging at the strands. The pain and pleasure of it only added to his own arousal, and he groaned against her skin.

"You taste so sweet…" he whispered, "I need more."

He continued to explore every inch of her, his lips and tongue relishing the sweetness and warmth of her body. As he listened to her moans increase in volume, he intensified his efforts, his tongue moving with more purpose and pressure, trying to draw out as many of those delicious sounds from her as possible. And with each lick and stroke of his tongue, he felt her legs shaking and trembling. He could tell how close she was to the edge, and he kept going, determined to bring her over that precipice. Her gasps and moans fuelled him as he worked his mouth between her thighs. He wanted to make her scream his name, to hear her come undone beneath his touch.

As her moans grew louder and more desperate, Kyojuro knew she was nearing her climax. He continued his assault, not letting up, determined to push her over the edge. He felt her thighs tremble and constrict around his head as she neared her release.

"Let go, my water lily" he murmured against her skin, not knowing where the pet name came, "Let me hear you come…"

And as if it was a command she cried out his name, pulling at his soft golden locks. “Kyojuro!” His heart nearly stopped as her voice, screaming his name, filled his ears. He could feel her body tense and shudder as she came, the sensation of her fingers in his hair sending a jolt of satisfaction straight to his core. He continued to gently lick and suck at her, drawing the orgasm out as long as possible until she finally collapsed back against the bed, completely spent.

He slowly pulled away, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. He stared down at her, admiring the sight before him, the view of her trembling body and flushed skin. The beautiful sight of her coming undone because of his efforts, all because of him. It filled him with a sense of pride… and an overwhelming need for more. "So exquisite…" he murmured, his eyes skimming every inch of her body. The sight of her, so undone by his touch, was enough to make him throb with desire.

He moved up her body, his lips moving along her stomach and over her chest until they found her mouth. He kissed her gently, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. His body was still throbbing with yearning, and he was fighting hard not to just push himself into her right then and there. But it was not him, but her who took the initiative. The feeling of her legs wrapping around him instantly spread an unsung fire through his body. He leaned down and his lips found the skin of her neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive spot behind her ear. His hands roamed over her figure, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its track. He groaned into her skin as his hips involuntarily ground against hers.

"I… need you, now," he whispered huskily.

He could feel the slickness of her against his stomach, and it only increased his need to be inside her. He shifted slightly, his hands gripping her hips tightly, and lifted himself up to position himself between her thighs. His eyes locked with hers as he slowly pushed his cock into her, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he held himself back. The sensation of her tight, warm walls surrounding him was almost overwhelming. He buried his face in her neck groaning how perfect she felt. As he slowly started to move his hips, he felt as if he was losing his mind. The feeling of being inside her, having her completely at his mercy was almost too much to handle. He leaned down, his lips finding her neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. He was lost in a hazy fog of ecstasy, the sound of her moans and gasps in his ear driving him to go deeper, faster.

His own control slowly slipped away as the pleasure consumed him. His hands roamed over her body, touching and exploring every inch to memorize the feel of her flesh underneath his fingers. He lifted her legs around his waist, getting a better angle and the new position drove him even deeper into her. And he continued to thrust into her, the pace and force increasing with each movement. He was completely lost in the moment, his mind completely overtaken by the pleasure of feeling her completely. His lips found her neck once more and he nipped and sucked at her pulse, leaving behind a trail of love bites in their wake.

Mine… his mind whispered fiercely, possessiveness creeping into him.

As he continued to dominate her with his body, he could feel her tremble and quiver under him. The sounds of her moans and gasps, the feeling of her body's response to his touch, it only fueled him to go harder, deeper. He could feel himself nearing his limit, the mounting pleasure becoming nearly unbearable. His breaths were labored as he tried to hold back his release, continuing to move his hips with each deep stroke. But the way she felt, her skin against his, the sound of her gasps and moans in his ear… it was too much.

"I'm… close…" he panted, his grip tightening on her hips as he tried to hold on just a little longer.

He could feel her body tightening around him, clenching and gripping him as if she was desperate to keep him inside. It was an incredibly delicious sensation that only added to his mounting pleasure. With each powerful thrust, the coiled heat within him grew stronger and more intense.

"I'm gonna…" he gasped, "Oh Gods… I'm gonna come…"

“M-Me too..!”, she cried between her moans as he felt her tight grip on him. Her voice sounded so desperate, needy and it was all it took for him to lose any remaining control he had.

He leaned down and his lips found hers, his tongue delving between hers, tasting her moan as he pushed himself deeper into her one final time. With a low, guttural groan he let go and succumbed to the pleasure, his body shuddering as he came hard, releasing himself inside her. He held himself there as the release hit him, his body shuddering and tensing as waves of ecstasy washed over. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breaths ragged and unsteady as he slowly came down from his high.

He collapsed on top of her, his body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. They lay there for a few moments, both of them trying to catch their breath and come back down to earth. He nuzzled his face into her neck, pressing soft kisses to her flesh as he tried to form words. But it was not possible. They simply stared at each other, her hand roaming over his face and pushing a blonde strand behind his ear. 

A profound, unspoken connection flowed between them. Their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes more than words ever could. They marveled at the raw intimacy they had just shared, a sense of wonder filling the space between their breaths. Still panting from their lovemaking, their hearts seemed to beat in unison. Their shared silence was suddenly broken by soft laughter, a tender, joyous release that bubbled up from the depths of their souls. The giggles were not just amusement, but a shared acknowledgment of the beauty they had found in each other. 

A/N: Hello, my sweethearts! Who would have thought this story would ever get an update? (Not me!) I know it’s been a while, and I’m deeply sorry about that. Everyone who has been following me knows that I’ve been going through some real-life stuff, but things are getting better. I’ve been constantly thinking about this story and how much I love the plot I’ve built here, and I don’t want to disappoint anyone. But forcing myself was a big no-no, which is why it took so long. Again, I’m really sorry, and I hope I can make it up with this smutty smut. Since there’s no regular schedule for this story, please reply if you want to be tagged or not. Much love, your (Mommy) Sunny <3

Taglist: @flametrashira @mamayan @love-me-satoru @camilo-uwu @genshinsimpforlif @curlyblaze @oggy4god

[vraisetzen]

V, you’re doing requests? Oh my gosh, I love your writing so much, I feel like I just… have to be cheeky and use this opportunity 🤭💕 my hunch is to say that I’d love for you to write something that inspires you, but I also won’t lie and will admit that I’m really craving some… boyfriend Koku related story? Perhaps in a modern setting too 😀 and because I’m… a bit greedy, I’d like to request semi-longform 🫣❤️🫶

𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕 — 𝑨 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕

Summary: Business trips are long, tiring affairs, and while absence only makes the heart grow fonder — both you and Kokushibo are adamant to make things work.

Tags: 18+, NSFW, PWP, Smut, Phone Sex, Modern AU, Boyfriend!Kokushibo

Author's Note: Thank you for the lovely request! I loved writing every moment of this ficlet — you can certainly read this as a standalone, or within the Kimetsu Gakuen AU, or the modern office AU that I wrote a while back. Enjoy!

"How was the meeting?"

"It went well." Kokushibo's voice was distant, and softer than usual. "We made good progress with the board of directors from the Teikoku Blood Bank, so that man thinks we can move on to the next step of negotiations tomorrow."

"That sounds good," you noted, lying on your side as you gazed out the window.

Through the sheer curtains, you could see the waning crescent looming over the city skyline, its faint glow surrounded by the twinkling of stars. Amongst them, the blinking of a satellite persisted — you cradled the phone between your cheek and shoulder, and wondered if Kokushibo could see the same moon and scatter of constellations that you did right now through his hotel room window.

As Kibutsuji Muzan's trusted second-in-command of the department, business trips were part and parcel of Kokushibo's duties, with him often acting as emissary and secretary for the division chief while the latter wove through networking luncheons and business drinks at cabaret lounges. And though they never lasted more than a week, you always made it a point to call him at the end of a long day if he was not too busy or tired.

It was not because you were afraid of him straying — Kokushibo often kept to his room in the evening whenever possible; and all you simply wanted was to hear his voice. On his part, your boyfriend more than welcomed these casual chats as you idled from one topic to another the way you would if he was right beside you. It was a point of familiarity, a semblance of home away from home.

"So that's two nights down and two more to go," you said absent-mindedly, your words trailing off as you yawned. Kokushibo was a few hours behind you, and you had been chatting longer than usual tonight.

"Are you in bed?" Kokushibo asked.

"Are you not?" you parried, stealing a glance at the digital clock on your nightstand. Quarter past one. Usually, you would be tucked in your sheets at this hour, but your phone felt particularly heavy in your hand tonight, and you were reluctant to hang up.

"I am."

"Then you probably should go to bed early," you suggested, with no intention of ending the call.

"I won't be sleeping any time soon," Kokushibo said. "I have emails to reply."

You hummed in understanding, and said: "Then we can keep going until one of us falls asleep then."

There was something strange in the air after you said those words, one on which you cannot quite place your fingers. It was rich with implication and unspoken intent, that you felt lingered on the tip of his tongue, waiting to spill; Kokushibo was not a talker, and he could very well be tired after a long day of work, but you felt that same pressing need from him to stall for however long you both could, and so you waited.

In the static silence, Kokushibo asked: "What are you wearing?"

"Hmm?" you replied, gazing down at your nightclothes despite knowing very well what you picked earlier this evening after coming out of the shower. "Just a shirt and an old pair of shorts."

"Which ones?" he pressed.

"Oh, you know," you began, picking at the frayed ends of the shirt and studying the design. You were happy for him to ask the questions, if you had an inkling of where he was bringing you. "The one with the donuts; nothing fancy."

"Right." The line crackled as you heard him take a deep breath, and you turned to lie flat on your back. "And beneath that?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Humour me."

"Well..." you drifted off, toying with the elastic waistband of your shorts as you drew out your answer.

"You're not wearing anything, aren't you?" Kokushibo interrupted before you could elaborate.

You were suddenly quite glad of the distance between the both of you as your ears took to a furious scarlet, shifting up to prop your back against the pillow.

"And what makes you think that?" you parried, the sensation of worn polyester stark against your bare skin. The slow buzz of Kokushibo's hum across the line drew shivers down your spine.

"It's been two nights," he explained slowly, his timbre a soft growl. You heard the rustling of bed sheets as he shifted on the bed, the sound of old springs creaking beneath his weight.

He leaves the words hanging, transmitting them across oceans and timezones even though you are miles apart. Lightly, you tickled the sensitive skin over your inner thigh, taking a shuddering breath as you recounted his words in your head.

Two nights — it was not a long time by any means, and certainly you have been away from each other for longer. The temperature of your room seemed to have risen by a few degrees, and you kicked off the sheets as well. What was that saying? That absence makes the heart grow–

"How wet are you?" he asked again, without missing a beat.

The assumption in his words were apparent, but you did nothing to quell his accusation; between your legs, the warm wash of arousal clung to the threadbare fabric of your shorts. You pressed an experimental finger against your cunt, and drew a silver thread of wetness.

But you were too embarrassed to answer; too embarrassed to make plain the desperation gnawing away at your bones. You wanted to tear off your sorry excuse of pyjamas — and that you did, discarding the thin clothes across the half-empty mattress. Your skin was fire across the icy-cool sheets; and as you reclined back on the bed, you set your phone beside your head on the pillows, turning the speaker on.

You closed your eyes, and imagined Kokushibo's hands on your sex — the callous on his fingertips that gave just the perfect amount of roughness on your soft skin, the insistent pressure he would apply to your clit as he traced up from your dripping core to your seam.

Your smaller, slight fingers were no substitute for his deft ministrations, nor were they an adequate replacement for how he was attuned to every note of arousal in your body; but the nearness of his voice, the static ricket of his breathing through your phone was a sufficient approximation for his being right next to you.

Through the receiver, you heard a strained groaned, and wondered if Kokushibo thought the same: how his hands would never compare to your tight, throbbing heat; that even if he could spit into his palms to ease the friction, he would much prefer sinking into your sultry wetness — the sound of which filled the room at present as you smeared your essence across your sex before coaxing your middle and ring finger within.

"Tell me how you feel," Kokushibo rasped, as you threw your head back on the pillow and gasped.

Massaging that sensitive bundle of nerves along your walls, you sighed: "It feels– it feels good, but..."

"But?"

"It's not as good as when you do it..."

"I see..." Kokushibo began, and you brought your free hand to your breasts, pinching your nipples. "And what would you want me to do?"

Through the haze of pleasure, your eyes rolled over to the call screen, over the small photo of Kokushibo that you had taken as his caller ID: a Mannerist portrait of long hair and pale skin, his stern brows softened in a rare moment of distraction as the colours of sunset poured over his oblique profile. That cold elegance, so at odds with the wanton conversation you were both sharing.

"I want you inside me," you admitted, biting back a whimper as you nudged against that same spot again. Dropping your other hand between your legs, you brushed your clit in time with your fingers.

Shutting your eyes, you imagined that it was not your hands on your body but rather Kokushibo — his cock, wide and warm as they split you open, stretching you along your clenching walls; the throb of his erection that struck you perfectly each time he pistoned his hips into your writhing form.

Your soft cries joined the ragged growls emitting from the phone as Kokushibo listened to your keels and the wash of your arousal on your fingers; could he hear, from your fervent moans, how much you craved him? Did he feel the same dissatisfaction as he gripped himself by the base of his erection, stroking his length to each of your breathless gasps, so as to join your pleasure in unison?

"Don't hold back," he grunted. "Tell me everything..."

Licking your dry lips, you pushed through the haze of pleasure to admit: "I wish — I wish you were here; I want you to touch me, and fuck me, and come inside me-"

"Shit," Kokushibo seethed, a rare break of composure as you continued to beg for him. He could not see you, but he knew as well how you were likely writhing on your shared bed, back arching as you came undone at the behest of your fingers. "When I come back-"

"-I'll let you do anything you want," you finished his words, tilting your hips to better slip your fingers into your depths. You were close, so close — and you would be closer if Kokushibo was here, tongue and hands and cock and all, pinning you beneath his frame; not even your best fantasies could replicate that torrent of heat that radiated from his body as he bruised into your core, skin smoothing against skin, sweat-soaked and flushed with impending climax.

Already you knew what you wanted to do, and want you wanted him to do when he returned — you could take his length into your mouth, and he could lick every drop of your essence. Savour every missed drop, making up for lost time; you would not even make it as far as the bedroom if you pounced on him in the cramped entryway of your flat, then the sofa, the kitchen counter. He could hold you against the wall, your body folded at the hip as your ankles found leverage on his shoulders, your petals pink and soaked for him to push easily inside your cunt without resistance.

"Come for me," he would command, and you would let go of all inhibitions and frustrations, the surge of your orgasm striking your body as a lightning in a vast ocean of pleasure; stars and sparks clouding your vision as it scorched through your veins, as bright and incandescent as the dawning sun in that fleeting moment. Thrashing beneath his continued thrusts, you would feel the spill of his seed, hot and thick, in your tightening depths, cajoling him for all he was worth, your pleasures coming together one potent potion of lust.

Your fingers drew to a gradual stop inside your sex, the clenching of your walls fading to a faint pulse as you descended from your high. You heard a faint squelch as you withdrew your hand, and studied the rivulets of your arousal trickling down your fingers. Just yours, you could not help but be reminded, as you searched the sheets for your forgotten phone. The call was still on, and you heard a rough panting that made you sizzle with want.

"I miss you." Your voice was small and timid against the enormity of your desire.

The line was silent for a moment before Kokushibo answered: "I won't be long."

You better not, you wanted to say, but decided against it. Studying your mottled reflection in the glass — bed head, bare skin — you chose instead to hit a logo in the bottom of the screen, just beside the speaker. Three dots skittered in an undulating dance as the call reconnected, and then:

Kokushibo raised a brow at you as you gazed at him through the video call, your attention falling first to his chest, and how they shimmered with a faint sheen of perspiration. He, too, swept his eyes over your tousled state; they dropped a fraction of an inch down to your naked body as you raised the front camera. Holding your fingers — still glistening with your juices, you licked them clean for him one by one.

"My phone's dying," he told you when you were finished. You took in his parted lips and how his Adam's apple bobbed up and down along the firm column of his throat, knowing he longed for the taste of your musk on his tongue. Still, Kokushibo sat up straight on his bed, the hotel mattress protesting beneath the sudden movement.

From this angle, you could see the half-mast of his cock, poised and ready for your taking; if only you could...

"So we'll just have to make this a quick one, my dearest..."

Thank you for reading!

For my longer writings, please visit my AO3 here.

[gyusimp]

hiii,

first of all I LOVE your work and your writing, it’s incredible how you capture your writing and I find your gyutaro fics to be very spicy yet creative.

I would love if you could make a college fic (or a high school fic, which ever one your comfortable with) where the reader is a shy, nerdy girl who has volunteered to work at the library during summer break at night time. As they’re working they bend over to fix the printer and get stuck or they ask gyutaro to hold some cords so they can reach into the printer to fix something inside the cabinet.

anyways use your imagination I know you wont let me down <3

°•Library nights with Gyutaro•° (Nsfw)

Thank you so much sweet little anon! I'm glad you like my horny nonsense lol. You said you liked spicy so I took the liberty of making your request NSFW since you didn't specify, but if you had something fluff and SFW in mind please don't hesitate to tell me and I'll rewrite a version for everyone, ok? 🍬

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW content | Smut content | Kimetsu Gakuen AU but both are adults for some reason | MINORS DNI!

Art credits: @ bluethebone on IG

Summer vacation was just around the corner at Kimetsu Gakuen. Some teachers would take turns to rest and to work on planning their classes and some projects for when the students had returned, some students would even take turns to support the teachers in their tasks. It was a task that no one wanted to do, besides you, the only ones who accepted were a red-haired boy with flashy earrings, another with long black hair with mint eyes and a little black-haired girl with blue eyes and a soft voice. It wasn't because your greatest desire in life was to help the teachers, you found out that extra points would be given in some subjects and that would help you maintain a good average in your classes as you did until now, besides, your mother was all day at work just like your dad so being at home all day would be quite boring.

That led you to volunteer as an assistant at the school. Principal Amane introduced you to your classmates and assigned each of them a time and place where they would be collaborating. Tanjiro would help with some repairs inside the cafeteria, Muichiro would be in the playground and gym, Makomo would be in Kimetsu Elementary, and you would be in the library. The others seemed to be very nice and they were, they all ate together with you at lunch time and as the days went by you became very close, Tanjiro even brought you all some cookies from his family's bakery. Today you would be on the afternoon shift, after another boy named Murata joined the volunteering later, you would take turns with him to help in the library. The afternoon shift was very quiet, generally you only had to organize books in their areas, clean and keep everything in its place, you even took the liberty of listening to some music on your airphones and reading a book that was of interest to you .

Today you would continue reading that romantic novel you found yesterday but when you arrived your plans changed. You entered the library with your things, it was always empty but today you found someone inside, a student. And not just any student, it was Gyutaro Shabana.

The guy was known as a delinquent within the school, he always spent time in detention or causing problems for students and teachers, especially the art teacher. Despite that, you embarrassingly had to admit that you found him quite attractive despite his reputation and everyone else thinking otherwise so your heart skipped a beat when you found him here and saw how he examined you from head to toe with one look

"H-hello," You barely said, entering and walking towards your spot at the library reception.

The boy didn't respond, he simply continued doing his thing next to a pile of books and sheets on the table, biting a pencil between his crooked teeth. You couldn't stand it, being so close to Shabana made you nervous. You tried to do anything to keep yourself busy but at the same time admire him from a distance. His hunched posture working in the chair, his blue eyes looking down and his thin fingers writing notes in hasty and poorly legible handwriting. The guy had something that made him uniquely attractive, interesting, sexy in your opinion. Doubt gnawed at you to know what he was doing here on vacation, but it wasn't until the next day that you dared to ask him.

"Summer school and shit" he replied.

Gyutaro was very intelligent but very lazy at times so that led him to get unsatisfactory grades and having to attend remedial classes during the vacations. He thought the same thing happened to you but he didn't hesitate to shamelessly mock you when you told him that you helped the school of your own free will. According to him it was the most pathetic decision he had ever seen someone make in their life. His comments were cruel like a joke but you didn't dislike it at all, you usually joke in a similar way with your closest friends so the time you started spending with Gyutaro wasn't anything new or offensive. You spent this entire week talking to him, he told you that he preferred to go to school in the afternoon since in the morning he was in charge of spending time with his sister and preparing lunch for both of them, then his mother would come home after work and she would take care of Ume while he studied here. Well, in theory, Gyutaro ended up procrastinating most of the time in the library after his math classes with Mr. Shinazugawa, on more than one occasion you found him asleep on the table, playing something on his cell phone or worse, watching videos too spicy even if you were around; you had to call his attention after a woman's moan broke out in the middle of the silence of the library when he thought his airphones were connected to his cell phone.

It was Monday again but this week you wouldn't be seeing Gyutaro because Murata would cover the morning shift, your shift was from 7:00 am - 2:00 Gyutaro's classes started at 3:00 pm then one more hour in the library until he got tired and went home so you could only talk to him via text. Yes, you gave him your contact and he gave you his, which is very unusual for him unless he really likes someone but either way neither of you ended up writing anything to the other. Embarrassment consumed you when you opened his chat so you preferred to talk to him until next week in person. Next monday arrived and you were eager to see him, your heart was beating a mile an hour and as soon as you entered you took care of greeting him and sitting next to him at the usual table, that was the same until Wednesday. On Thursday you were planning to do the same but your plans were affected. Mr. Rengoku needed some printed handouts with readings, exercises and questions for his students in the summer school History class, the man arrived with a smile before going home that day and handed you a USB with the document to to print 20 brochures for tomorrow. Each brochure had approximately 12 pages so your entire afternoon had been taken up next to the printer thanks to the young blond man with the loud voice, you got to work so you wouldn't have to stay late.

From time to time Gyutaro would get up from his chair to hover near you and ask you what the hell you were doing, why you were surrounded by sheets, a whole valley of paper around you. You explained as you organized everything on the computer and programmed the 20 copies on the printer. The device was not very recent and you had to monitor each of the sheets that came out so that it worked correctly until the most feared thing happened. The paper jammed. You tried with your life to move and fix it but the damn thing just didn't obey your orders so you swallowed your shame and went to find Gyutaro to give you a hand.  Both of you examined the machine, checking inputs, cables and so on until it made a very strange robotic noise. 

"Some printers open from the back, have you checked there?" Gyutaro asked while checking some cables.

"You're right, not yet." Gyutaro moved the device to give you access to the back, you leaned over the wooden furniture and began to look for a door or removable piece to unclog the paper.

Gyutaro was trying to help you by checking cables and other things until he finally got grumpy and gave up before smashing the printer against the wall. He took a couple steps back and crossed his arms as he watched you, cursing on the other side. His eyes were on the printer but then they went to your hair, to your arms moving repetitively, to your legs and the pressure that your white stockings caused on your thigh fat and then to your skirt, your butt peeking out shamelessly from under it and it seemed like you didn't know it. The movements you made made Gyutaro's mind fly much further, Shabana is an undoubtedly perverted guy and that was not a secret to anyone. A pressure began to build under his pants, colliding with the beige fabric of his uniform, making him walk towards you and was about to grab your waist with both hands, but he was interrupted by your voice.

"I got it!" You said excitedly, after hearing the printer return to work.

You sorted the paper and made sure to count the pages to resume printing, you were about to return to your chair but Gyutaro cornered you against the desk with both arms next to your hips, it made you very nervous seeing him so close.

"Wow, you have very skillful hands..." he said, smiling at you with many hints.

You didn't know what to do, were you imagining everything? Your cheeks burned in a second and something inside you made you play along.

"I know, I know how to do some things."

Gyutaro smiled mischievously at you, looked at you from head to toe and dared to caress your leg, bringing one hand to your butt under your uniform skirt.

"Really? Why don't you show me instead of bragging, huh?" He said, lifting you onto the desk with both hands, positioning himself between your legs.

Something warmed inside you, the speed in your chest made you smile back at him and grab him by the back of his neck to kiss him on the lips as he approached you. Gyutaro kissed you with desperation and inexperience but that didn't mean it didn't feel fucking good, the blue-eyed boy licked every part of your mouth, kissed your neck and left wet, hungry marks on your collarbones while making you choke on moans when he rubbed his member in the middle of your thighs.

"G-Gyutaro...someone could come." You said, trying to push him away and make him see reason.

"Do you think anyone is still here?" He scoffed. "Don't be stupid, that's why teachers offer high scores if you come to volunteer, everyone is at home while the stupid students do the work they should." He huffed between kisses on your neck.

"B-but, what if a student comes?" Your voice sounded worried despite the desire in it.

"Then they will learn not to mess with my woman."

Hearing him say that turned you on so much, you didn't know if it was because Gyutaro was also aroused that he said that but without a doubt that he claimed you as his without giving a damn about the others turned you to a pulp in his arms. 

Gyutaro's hands went to your shirt to get rid of your green tie and open each of your buttons to leave more desperate, wet kisses on your breasts, leaving red marks on your soft skin and shiny trails of his hot saliva, you grabbed his shoulders and you unbuttoned his shirt too to see his torso. He looked like a very thin boy, actually, his waist was quite small but his chest and arms were very strong. You brought both hands to his chest and caressed him sensually, lightly running your nails over him and playing with his nipples while he devoured you with kisses and nibbled you, with his hands never leaving your butt under your skirt for a second, playing with the lace of your panties. You leaned a little to kiss his neck and trapezius, Gyutaro's collarbones were very pronounced and while you licked his skin in the middle of kisses, you moved your hands towards his back to grab his butt and try to put your hands under his pants but he quickly stopped you. He grabbed both your hands tightly and didn't allow you to move forward.

"I thought you wanted me to show you my skills," you told him, mockingly.

"I changed my mind. I'll show you, okay?" He spoke firmly and authoritatively, making your panties wet.

Gyutaro brushed the hair from your neck and kissed your shoulders roughly until he slowly pushed you to lie down on the desk, leaving your legs dangling. Your hands tangled in his greenish curls, you couldn't help but moan at every touch of his long fingers, he lifted your skirt up to the top of your thighs and began to unbutton his belt and pants until he left his naked member exposed. Looking down and noticing how big he was, the blue eyed boy spit into his palm and began pumping his cock so it dripped more between his fingers, eager to fill you completely. Seeing the "V" shaped lines on Gyutaro's abdomen just above his member made you shiver with pleasure, just below his navel you could see a small trail of black hair. You desperately hoped that Gyutaro would take off your panties or you would do it yourself but when you saw his hand reach towards your core and feel his fingers sliding down your slit it was a much bigger relief. Gyutaro was aware of the risk that someone could get in, so he decided to leave your panties in place and just move them to the side with his index finger, watching with desire how wet you were and how you filled his fingers with small, slippery transparent threads.

"I bet you're really tight." He told you, licking his fingers and pulling your panties aside again.

Gyutaro stimulated your hole with his fingers with a couple of movements but when he felt your soft walls taking him warmly, his ambition made him take his cock and insert it directly into you, making you moan loudly, arching your back, instinctively opening your legs wider to receive him. You could feel Gyutaro stretching you, your moans accompanied his gasps and the sound of the printer doing its job, your uniform was a complete hindrance to both of you until you changed positions and Gyutaro put you face down on the desk. He entered you again and gave you a couple of spanks making you gasp his name.

"I love how you beg for me, you nerdy little bitch." He hissed, drunk with pleasure.

Gyutaro's moans were increasing, he took the audacity to lower his hands to your chest and put both hands inside your bra to massage your breasts while he fucked you. Your legs fought to keep you firm but each thrust weakened you more, you felt your clit throb and your hole get wetter and wetter until a lot of wet sounds filled the library, sweat ran under your knees and you felt drops running between your thighs without stopping, you didn't know if they were your juices. You clenched roughly making Gyutaro moan and curse, picking up speed as you were hit by your orgasm, an electrifying and abundant one that left you trembling beneath him, creating a slippery ring around Gyutaro's cock inside your swollen pussy. You were empty-minded, blinded by lust until you suddenly felt empty all of a sudden. You looked back and realized that Gyutaro had cum all over your thighs and part of the desk. So he pulled out of you before his orgasm.

Gyutaro was agitated just like you, his chest rising and falling and his bangs falling messily over his sweaty forehead, the perfect feeling of your tight pussy still had him seeing stars. You composed yourself and organized your panties and uniform, you noticed that even the 20 pamphlets had finished printing so you reluctantly organized them to finish stapling them tomorrow.

Your face began to burn, becoming aware of what had just happened, you didn't know if Gyutaro had done this because he was simply horny or because he actually liked you. It was something that you would analyze with your pillow tonight so you preferred to say goodbye to him briefly.

"See you tomorrow." You said, grabbing your things.

Gyutaro didn't say anything, he left his backpack where it was and began to walk towards you without taking his eyes off you, for a second you thought he was going to kill you until he took you by the waist and gave you a kiss on the lips, slowly and delicious making you melt again.

"We just fucked and that's all you're saying?" He scoffed, making you blush. "I love you as much as I love your pussy, stupid girl. At least say 'thank you' or some shit."

"I-I... me too- i mean...ok."

Gyutaro couldn't help but laugh at your inability to speak and the deep red painting your face, he finds you very adorable. "Next time we can do it completely naked, okay?" Gyutaro said, giving you a small spank.

That night he offered to take you home on his motorcycle.

[talonsin]

WIP ask game

Tagged by @cielconsumer (ty!! ♡)

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

These are a mix of actual titles and then descriptions, but all have at least some actual planning. Also they're almost all fucked up smut lmao

- Adventures in Lucid Dreaming

- Blood Drunk

- Breathe Into You

- Dangerous Woods

- Drugged

- Infidelity

- Kimetsu Gakuen Tokitocest

- My Blood Was Made For You

- Red Bean Bun

- Secret Brocon Yuichiro

- The Same Even Here

- Wet With Desire

Tagging: @iraqi-menace @anccaku @kirangelyna @lecalcifer @meltastic

@theinfectedkind @vestaldestroyer

& anyone who sees this and wants to do it, I'm awful at remembering who writes but pls consider this an open tag, even if we've never interacted before ♡

[petitelepus]

KIMETSU ACADEMY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Alright guys, Kimetsu Academy won! WoHOO, I AM EXCITED!

So right now, I'm closing the Slave Requests, but FEAR NOT my dearest Readers, because I will not stop writing about them! I have all your requests still in my Ask Box and I will take my time to answer to them!

Meanwhile, do think and leave different requests about the Academy as you please! I will try to tackle those ones as soon as I can and if something really catches my attention then I might just take it early!

And to everyone wondering, I will repeat myself, MATCHUPS ARE CLOSED, for the time being. I will open them at some point, but right now, I want to write more than match.

If you want, you can always commission me, come and ask freely because I don't bite.

Here are some basic RULES for this Academy Event!

Everything is set in Modern time

Readers can be Students or Teachers or Adults outside Academy

I will NOT write Student X Teacher stuff! It's okay if the student is an old student who graduated and came back to the Academy as an adult, but I absolutely pull a line there!

I won't write SMUT between Students! In my household, we wait until you're an adult before we do anything naughty! But Teachers and adult Readers are okay!

Also, if you are unfamiliar with the manga, I'll leave you a link here so you can all also read and enjoy the absolute MASTERPIECE!

Let's get August started as the schools also start soon this month here in Finland!

[chee-shep]

Chee-shep's Fan Fiction Master List

This is where I'll be putting my fanfictions.

Demon Slayer:

Kaigaku (Human & Upper Moon 6):

One Shots & Drabbles:

Matching Nails - One Shot (Fluff) [Demon Kaigaku]

Betrayal - One Shot (Angst) [Human to Demon Kaigaku] 

Break Free - One Shot {Modern!AU} (Angst/Fluff) [Human Kaigaku]

Starting a Family With Kaigaku - One Shot (Fluff) [Human Kaigaku]

Just One Class - One Shot {Kimetsu Academy/Gakuen! AU} (Fluff) [Human Kaigaku]

Too Much! - One Shot (NSFW/Smut) [Demon Kagaiku] 

"Full" - Drabble (NSFW/Smut] [Demon Slayer] 

"Quiet Love" - One Shot (NSFW/Smut , Slight Angst) [Demon Kaigaku]

"Good Girl" - One Shot {Sequel to "Quiet, Love"} (NSFW/Smut) [Demon Kaigaku] 

Head Cannons/ Scenario List:

Running Into Their S/O's Bad Ex - Scenario Bullet List [Human & Demon] 

When Their S/O is Attacked by a Demon - Scenario Bullet List [Human & Demon] 

Teenage Pregnancy - Head Cannons / Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

Leaving Lipstick Stains on Their Face - Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

Reacting to his S/O Giving Birth To Twins - Head Cannons [Human] 

Kaigaku with Yui Komori like S/O - Head Cannons [Human] 

First Kiss - Bullet List Scenario List [Human & Demon]

Kaigaku Confessioning - Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

If Their S/O Proposed To Them - Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

Kaigaku's SFW Alphabet [Human & Demon Kaigaku]

Kimetsu Academy Head Cannons (SFW & NSFW) [Human Kaigaku]

Modern!AU Kaigaku Married/Domestic Headcannons [Human Kaigaku]  

Dating Head Cannons [Human & Demon Kaigaku]

Being with a Shy and Softspoken S/O - Head Cannons [Human & Demon] 

Demon Kaigaku NSFW Alphabet (NSFW/Smut) [Demon Kaigaku]

Human Kaigaku NSFW Alphabet (NSFW/Smut) [Human Kaigaku]

Kimetsu Academy/Gakuen  Head Cannons (SFW & NSFW / Fluff & Smut) [Human Kaigaku]) 

General Questions, Kaigaku chit-chat:

Kaigaku is an honor student, but does he act like one? {Kimetsu Academty/Gakuen} [Human Kaigaku] 

What foods does human Kaigaku like to eat? {Regular, Human} 

Kaigaku Ship Discussion  

Genya Shinazugawa:

One Shots:

Hmm, nothing yet…

Head Cannons/ Scenario Lists:

Running Into Their S/O's Bad Ex - Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

Teenage Pregnancy - Head Cannons / Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

If Their S/O Proposed To Them - Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

Leaving Lipstick Stains on Their Face - Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

First Kiss - Bullet List Scenario List [Human] 

Genya's NSFW Alphabet [Human] 

Reacting to his S/O Giving Birth To Twins - Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

Making Out With Genya - Head Cannons [Human] 

When Their S/O is Attacked by a Demon - Scenario Bullet List [Human] 

Being with a Shy and Softspoken S/O - Head Cannons [Human] 

Kaigaku with Yui Komori like S/O - Head Cannons [Human]

General Questions, Genya chit-chat:

Genya Being Over Protective

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Attracting Evil

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dPZbpQ

by AnimeGod768

Y/n L/n is an incredibly smart and intellectual individual. She is the daughter of the world's best detective/spy and the world's greatest inventor. Being a natural born genius, she has proven to be one of the smartest people ever known.

This world has many supernatural, extraterrestrial, and magical stuff in it yet Y/n is a normal human girl. She however, has incredible technology on her side.

She ends up dragging a lot of attention from several futa criminals and bad/evil people. How will her life change ?

Words: 12037, Chapters: 8/8, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School, Yandere Simulator (Video Game), IT - Stephen King, Friday the 13th Series (Movies), Five Nights at Freddy's, DCU (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi, Other

Characters: Esdeath (Akame ga Kill!), Gasai Yuno, Daki | Ume (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Tokisaki Kurumi, Ishtar (DanMachi), Pennywise (IT), Golden Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Toy Chica (Five Nights at Freddy's), Funtime Foxy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Roxanne Wolf (Five Nights at Freddy's), Jason Voorhees, Zero Two | 002, Alcina Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu's Daughters, Ayano Aishi | Yandere-chan, Nemesis (Yandere Simulator), Info-chan (Yandere Simulator), Enoshima Junko, M3GAN (M3GAN)

Additional Tags: Lemon, Futanari, Harems, Smut, Non-Consensual Bondage, Bondage, Rough Sex, Sex Toys, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Forced Orgasm, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gangbang, Gang Rape

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dPZbpQ

[luvnami]

i am BACK.

before i start thirsting over sanemi– can i just say i LOVE the way u write?? it's so so good and it felt right??? the humor??? ur writing keep on making wanting more and more, it's soooo good. kinda makes me wanna go okinawa now :p

anyways,,, GOSH SANEMI. that scene when reader checking him out, i literally kicked my feet and giggled ajajdjsjsjakdjdj and now i wonder how reader handles it when they're at the beach... if ya know what i mean. >:3 beach attire sanemi !!! i just know he'll look good with those beach pants and those cool sunglasses that sits handsomely on his white glorious slick-back hair. the person i'll be when that moment comes... call the whambulance.

i have to say i got second hand embarrassment everytime sanemi was thinking about reader's fanfiction secrets ajsbsjsj i lowkey wanna give reader a sympathy hug cuz i personally would just quit the job if THE sanemi caught me writing fanfics in the office... ;; but its so interesting to read sanemi's pov!! it's giving mutual pining and i'm so ready for it.

also, uzui being in the graphic design makes so much sense hhshshs

- 🍰

HELLO WELCOME BACK MY DEAR!! tysm for this juicy ask...

lsdajlskfd tysm 😭 like i said before im really not used to writing 'comedy' fics or in a funny style, so im glad ur enjoying it!! it feels somewhat like my inner monologue so it hasnt be as difficult as i expected... so maybe expect more fics in this style... 😳 ty for the kind comment, it really makes me feel a lot more confident in my content and encourages me to write ><

HEEHEE!!!!!! BEACH SANEMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i drool and dream abt the way he looks just like that..................... im sorry but this was a very professional work trip so there is no half-naked sanemi for us to admire in this fic </3 maybe another time... or maybe in the sexy sexy smut scene that will come later................. who knows......

oh my fucking god yeah no way i would literally quit my job if someone found out i wrote fic about them. reader could never be me. id take the secret to my grave. and yes!! i wasnt sure how to make sanemi feel about it, but the one sided pining feels... just right. and its funny, i get to tease him as the writer by putting him all sorts of torturous situations hehehe

i originally had uzui in public relations but i felt like it didnt fit him 😭 so i thought back to kimetsu gakuen and remembered that uzui was the art teacher so i put him in graphics 🎨 art boy 101. i think shinobu would be public relations and gyomei would be human resources LOL

[everlastingleuthymia]

She's the prettiest for me along with Mitsuri

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Top Male Reader x Male Characters

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g6ge9r

by animoonie

this book is for all the male readers out there and where I'll be posting my works.

Words: 76, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Haikyuu!!, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Tokyo Ghoul, 学園ベビーシッターズ | Gakuen Babysitters, ヤリチン☆ビッチ部 | Yarichin Bitch Club, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Amajiki Tamaki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Armin Arlert, Kamado Tanjirou, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke, Shinazugawa Genya, Yushiro (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Kibutsuji Muzan, Tomioka Giyuu, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tokitou Muichirou, Kaburamaru | Iguro Obanai's Snake, Kaneki Ken | Sasaki Haise, Nagachika Hideyoshi, Urie Kuki, Kirishima Ayato, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Haiba Lev, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Kunimi Akira, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Semi Eita, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Kita Shinsuke, Kamitani Hayato, Kashima Ryuuichi, Toono Takashi, Kashima Yuu (Yarichin Bitch Club), Akemi Keiichi, Yaguchi Kyousuke, Shikatani Itsuki, Itome Koushirou, Yuri Ayato, Tamura Yui, Fujisaki Tooru, Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Logan (X-Men), Stephen Strange, Iida Tenya, Inumaki Toge, Genos (One-Punch Man), Sonic (One-Punch Man), Saitama (One-Punch Man)

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Todoroki Shouto/Reader, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Kirishima Eijirou/Reader, Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Reader, Iida Tenya/Reader, Amajiki Tamaki/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Reader, Eren Yeager/Reader, Levi Ackerman & Reader, Armin Arlert/Reader, Jean Kirstein/Reader, Connie Springer/Reader, Kamado Tanjirou/Reader, Agatsuma Zenitsu/Reader, Tomioka Giyuu/Reader, Hashibira Inosuke/Reader, Kibutsuji Muzan/Original Character(s), Shinazugawa Sanemi/Reader, Shinazugawa Genya & Reader, Rengoku Kyoujurou/Reader, Kaneki Ken | Sasaki Haise/Reader, Urie Kuki/Reader, Nagachika Hideyoshi/Reader, Kirishima Ayato/Reader, Hinata Shouyou/Reader, Kageyama Tobio/Reader, Tsukishima Kei/Reader, Yamaguchi Tadashi/Reader, Sawamura Daichi/Reader, Sugawara Koushi/Reader, Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Reader, Azumane Asahi/Reader, Nishinoya Yuu/Reader, Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader, Matsukawa Issei/Reader, Hanamaki Takahiro/Reader, Kunimi Akira/Reader, Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader, Kozume Kenma/Reader, Haiba Lev/Reader, Bokuto Koutarou/Reader, Akaashi Keiji/Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Reader, Semi Eita/Reader, Miya Osamu/Reader, Miya Atsumu/Reader, Suna Rintarou & Reader, Kita Shinsuke/Reader, Inumaki Toge & Reader, Gojo Satoru/Reader, Itadori Yuuji/Reader, Fushiguro Megumi/Reader, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna/Reader, Nanami Kento/You, Tony Stark/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Yuri Ayato/Reader, Tamura Yui/Reader, Saitama (One-Punch Man)/Reader, Genos (One-Punch Man)/Reader, Sonic (One-Punch Man)/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Reaction, Reader-Insert, Smut, Slow To Update, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g6ge9r

[nanamisflowerfield]

❀ What I am writing for

✔️= writing for ✖️= no longer writing for/hiatus

✔️ A3! ✔️ Ayakashi Romance Reborn ✔️ Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia ✔️ Bungo Stray Dogs ✔️ Fire Emblem (Awakening, Fates, Three Houses) ✔️ Fruits Basket ✔️ Gakuen Babysitters ✔️ Genshin Impact ✔️ Haikyuu!! ✔️ Hypnosis Mic ✖️ Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun/Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun ✔️ Jujutsu Kaisen ✔️ Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer ✖️ Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler ✖️ One Piece ✔️ Shall We Date? Obey Me! ✔️ Tokyo Revengers ✔️ Twisted Wonderland

Characters I‘m not writing for:

Gakuen Babysitters (all the children) Genshin Impact (Klee, Diona, Sayu, Ei/Shogun Raiden)

✿ Rules

For requests: 🌸 Headcanons: max 5 characters 🌸 Scenarios: 1 Characters 🌸 Event: Scenario (max. 1 Character) | Headcanon (max. 3 Characters) | Interactions (max. 1 Character) 🌸 Phone text/Chat rooms: 6 Characters 🌸 Prompt list: 1 Character 🌸 Some series will get more parts and you can make requests for them too! 🌸 When nobody tells me if they wish for a hc or scenario, I will write headcanons! 🌸 It would be great, if you tell me a few details of what you want me to write, thank you! 🌸 Character missing in masterlists or you want to request for one who is not on it? Just write me and I might put them on! 🌸 Traveler (Genshin Impact) and Izumi Tachibana/Director (a3!) aren‘t the reader! 🌸 Please don‘t send any requests, when it‘s closed. They will get deleted!

🌸 Character x Character!Reader is allowed!

🌸 Poly relationships are allowed

🌸 Tagging list: If you want to be tagged in any fics, I‘m going to write, just dm me or tell me in my askbox and I will tag you in there! Just tell me where I should tag you in, like character or fandom etc!

✖️ No smut/nsfw ✖️ No angst (can be a bit angsty, but no character death!) ✖️ No Character x Character ✖️ No homophobic, incest, things about religion, and other related things in this blog ✖️ No romantic relationships with Ortho, Klee, Sayu, Diona. Only platonic!

✔️ Only Reader x Character!! ✔️ I will try to make the reader gn. But sorry, if a she/her comes out in maybe some stories… I am just used to write she/her. Please have mercy! ✔️ I love AUs, so if you have any in mind, tell me about them and not only soulmate au but explain them to me! (Arranged Marriage, Butterfly, Fairy Tale, Penpal, Reincarnation, Yandere, Soulmate)

This blog: 🌸 I don't want to see any texts in my askbox, how much you might hate a certain fandom/character. It can make other people upset, and I don't want to see it happen. I will delete these kind of texts in my askbox and won't answer them! 🌸 If you have an idea/scenario/brainrot or any kind and want to share them with me, then you may do it. But please, do not make them so long! I have a problem with scrolling through my own blog and askbox and also might oversee some shorter posts or asks, which I don't want to happen (and it happened a few times...) So, please refrain of doing it so long! Thank you :) 🌸 This blog is not spoiler free!

[vraisetzen]

hiii i absolutely love your work! i’ve reread your fics like a thousand times 😭😭 could you maybe write about michikatsu/koku x reader in a modern office setting?

𝑨 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑫𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕

Summary: A late night with Section Chief Kokushibo reveals a lot more about him and yourself than you realised.

Tags: Slightly suggestive, Pining, Modern AU (Non-Kimetsu Gakuen).

Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long! I've hit a dry spell lately with writing, but I didn't want to disappoint all of you lovelies who sent in these wonderful requests, so I just spent a little more time making sure things were alright. There's no smut here, but I thought it would be cute to envision Koku in a modern, but non-KimeGaku setting!

You felt the gust of wind comb through your hair, before the inevitable smack of the papers on your desk as your manager bore down on you.

"What is this?" Kibutsuji Muzan demanded, running his thumb across the pages before letting the annual financial records for the company flop down on your table once more.

"Your errors have just cost us our budget forecast for the next two years; do you realise the shitstorm you have gotten our entire department into?" Muzan continued while you dropped your gaze, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought the scorching heat burning through your cheeks. The office had gone painfully quiet, while you combed through the disarrayed thoughts in your head for an explanation.

The thing was, you could not remember what it was exactly that you had done wrong — Daki and Gyutaro had thrown you into the lion's den without so much an instruction for what it was the higher-ups needed, and it was not until you pestered Douma, your desk neighbour, by way of a strawberry frappucino trenta and a half-baked cheesecake did he finally told you that you just need to analyse the P&L statements against the EBITDA figures, while considering last year's debt to equity ratios, dummy.

And clearly, judging by how the blond had gone strangely silent as he tapped away on the instant messaging window on his laptop — you could not help but wonder if this was all part of an elaborate hazing ritual, with you as the newest arrival to this company, not knowing anyone or if they were being sincere with their every word and deed.

"I want this done by tomorrow morning," Muzan ordered, barely giving you a moment to collect your thoughts.

"But-!" Your eyes strayed to the towering stack of papers as it swayed and slumped over your desk, numerical figures splashing across the table.

"I won't have any excuses," Muzan said, his turning on his heel. There was a coldness to the sharpened edge of his tone that promised a something more than a reprimand should you decide to speak back, and you let your words wither in indignation and frustration on the back of your tongue and you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.

This wasn't fair. None of it was. Your eyes swept with accusation to Daki, who had reverted her attention the glass file as she studied the gel tips of her nails, and her brother who slumped over his desk, his weed-like hair covering his eyes from your gaze.

"Kokushibo," Muzan ordered as he fished his jacket from his chair and fixed it over his shoulder, the sleeves swishing around his sides as the wings of a bat. "I'll be out to meet some clients today. Make sure everything's in order."

"Yes, sir," Kokushibo replied, fixing his reading glasses as he walked the division chief to the door.

Mumbles of Take care, buchō and Thank you for your hard work, buchō purled through the office as Muzan took his leave with nary a glance back at his juniors. As soon as he was out of earshot, however, the office burst into life once more as Douma stretched his arms like a prima donna belting the final notes of a torch song, and announced:

"Drinks! Who wants drinks?"

"Oh, me!" Daki exclaimed, tossing the file into her handbag and snapping it shut. "I heard there's a new spot just around the corner."

"The Thirsty Fish?" Gyokko asked, his wide, slimey eyes bulging further than ever as he considered the offer. "Count me in."

"Akaza?" Douma flounced over to the desk opposite his, and was met with a blast of arctic chill as Akaza packed his gym duffle and left without a single word. "Oh well — guess it'll be me, Daki-chan, Gyokko, Hantengu-"

"-You guys can go ahead," Hantengu creeped across the office, cradling the bump on his head. "I don't feel too well."

"Okay, then me, Daki-chan, Gyokko, Gyutaro — and Kokku-chan! Wouldn't you like to join us? For the first time in a million years?"

"No," Kokushibo said, who returned to his desk with a set of ring files piled high in his arms. "And you will refer to me by my name only."

Douma inhaled sharply through clenched teeth at the jab. "So, that was charming," he noted, before turning to you. Your eyes dropped back to the documents on your table, your stomach churning in anger at their flippant exchange.

"And you..." Douma's fingers danced across the top of your monitor, skipping along the line of trinkets that you have secured in place. "Will stay here and finish your work, won't you?"

He tipped over the last trinket — two rabbits perched on a crescent moon, a good luck charm your best friend gave you as a graduation gift — sending it on a loud thud on your desk. "Oops!"

Without so as an apology, Douma slung his briefcase over his shoulder and joined the rest of the crew, their giggles and cackles filling up the hallway in a haunting jeer. You kept your gaze on the fallen ornament, a torrent of irritation and disgust tossing in your gut. Reluctantly, you gathered the files in your hands, and flipping through them without much thought for the figures that laid within it.

Where should you start? You had no idea where things went wrong. A glance at the clock on the wall told you it was past dinner time; you should be so fortunate if you could leave the office for breakfast tomorrow...

"Show me the files."

A shadow fell over your desk as you gazed up to find Kokushibo hulking over your desk. Taken aback by his sudden appearance, you shrank into your seat.

"You don't need to stay, Kokushibo-kachō," you stuttered, as he held out a hand expectantly for the documents. "It's my mistake, after all."

"And how do you intend on fixing that?" Kokushibo raised a skeptical brow before grabbing a stack from the dizzying tower of accounts and records. "You'd be lucky to go through half the stack before the sun rises."

And before you could protest, he began sorting through the pages himself, long fingers leafing through years of backlogs and data entries. You watched as he, with impossible efficiency and precision, surveyed through the figures, his eyes scanning between the lines of numbers. Around three-quarters through the files, he tutted, and pulled out Douma's chair to sit next to you.

The heat of Kokushibo's body radiated from his pressed suit; it rose in palpable waves as you sank back to your seat, angled towards him to receive any directions. There was a warm and pleasant scent about him; something clean and mossy and green like the morning mist that drifted along a still lake.

You have never exchanged more than two words with your section chief prior to this, your interactions limited to polite greetings and acknowledgements when you bumped into him in the hallway — there was something elusive about him from which you could not quite tear your eyes away. More than his impressive height and cascading ponytail, Kokushibo's controlled calm made him both intimidating and intriguing; a subject of much speculation and interest on your part.

"I'm going to mark out the mistakes while you'll key the right figures into the spreadsheet," he told you. "Pen?"

In the haze of his presence, you were slow to take in his words, your hands reaching more like clockwork than any conscientious effort for your stationery cup. Dimly, you noticed a glint of impatience flaring across Kokushibo's eyes, and he cut across your outstretched fingers to fetch the pencil for himself.

You jumped, the static between the contact of your fingers sending electricity up your arms and into the pulses of your heart like an ungelled defibrillator. His hand had been warmer than your expected; you thought that perhaps they would be cold like his words and exterior — a man who spared few words and even fewer displays of emotion, who turned the clogs and gears of this department as a well-oil machine, a commandeer that navigated the inclement disposition of Kibutsuji Muzan with a face and heart of stone.

Kokushibo, meanwhile, was unaffected, engrossing himself with the task in silence. With precision and accuracy, he marked out where you had first made your mistake, the flourish of his wrist making sharp, scratching noises on the paper. One by one, you noted every correction into your laptop, the cells churning out a different set of numbers that cascaded to the end of the table.

How would the rest of him feel, you wonder? What laid beneath that steely exterior, those muted expressions and sparse words. Could you find warm flesh and blood, a rapturous passion waiting to unfurl for the right person? From the corner of your eye, you studied the way his sinew twisted beneath his forearms as he scribbled on the paper; Kokushibo was a strong man — you have seen him heft boxes and lift ladders during the department's annual spring cleaning.

He could easily carry you too, and hold you close to him as you trembled beneath his cool gaze and wide frame. The strands of his layered tresses would tumble over his shoulder as he trapped you under his body, tickling your cheeks. Your breath would hitch as you caught his wandering gaze. anticipating the moment when he would peel open your clothes, dragging his calloused fingertips over your soft skin, and down to where you–

"What is it?" Kokushibo asked, noticing how you had fallen silent, your fingers hovering over the keyboard.

You blinked, embarrassed at having been caught with your thoughts adrift; hopefully they had not been plastered across your face for him to read. Shifting in your chair, you crossed your legs and straightened your back. "Nothing; sorry."

Suddenly conscious of every movement you made, you kept yourself a few significant inches away from him, eyes fixed on the numbers that melted into a puddle of fluster and discomposure.

The parting of the Red Sea. The walls of Jericho.

"You ought to conduct yourself with a little more resolve if you wish to continue working here," Kokushibo noted, continuing with the papers.

"Ah?" You looked up at him again — against the brilliant beacon of light from the lamp on Douma's desk, his profile stood partially in shadow as an eclipsed moon. Breathlessly rare and hopelessly distant. "Yes, kachō."

"Don't count on Douma or the others for help either, things don't work that way around here."

"Yes, kachō," was all you could offer again, although for good measure, you added: "Thank you for helping me."

"I'm not doing this for you," Kokushibo remarked, hardly missing a beat. His eyes were still on the papers as the tip of his pen tapped in an off-rhythm on the pages. "This is for the sake of our branch, and that man."

Of course, you reminded yourself. The bigger picture. You were well aware of what Muzan had told you when you applied for this role in this company: the cutthroat world of finance and banking, his mysterious and inexplicable rivalry with Division Chief Ubuyashiki Kagaya of the Wisteria branch. In this office, there was no such thing as camaraderie; even with Kokushibo's help as the both of you finished the night's task with three hours to sunrise, you knew it would be foolish for you to believe there was any goodwill behind his assistance.

Your task was crunching numbers and pushing papers, after all — whatever fantasy you could conjure from their inanimate form was pure shadow puppetry, fictive and speculative.

But there was a small part of you that held out for the momentary thrill of heat when Kokushibo's fingers brushed against yours — it could grow into an inferno, melting away at the frost and uncover what is beneath: flesh, and something tantalising still.

Yet, as you placed the stack of documents on Muzan's desk for his vetting the next morning, and trailed behind Kokushibo out of the office, he felt so near and so out of reach, as if the warmth on your fingertips was no more than the refracted brilliance of the cold moonlight.

The elevator was silent as it skimmed downwards, and you trained your eyes on your muddled reflection in its brushed steel doors; meanwhile Kokushibo had traded his glasses for a pair of shades, and it was difficult to tell on where his eyes were focused. In the enclosed space, his presence was enveloping and fervid, the cloud of his cologne now flooding your lungs with every small puff of air you dared yourself to take. Him, everywhere and anywhere — if you had only the nerve to take a single step forward.

Taking a deep breath, you said: "Thank you for helping me tonight, kachō. I hope I didn't inconvenience you in any way."

He hummed gruffly at your words. "Just don't make the same mistake twice."

His stolid answer left you a little dumb, and as you wracked your mind for something to say, the elevator doors yawned opened as it reached the basement carpark — there were only a few cars left, stragglers who were sharing a similar fate as you two. The heels of Kokushibo's shoes echoed in soft clacks as he stepped out of the lift; you prepared to dip your head in a bow when he placed his hand on the doors, keeping them ajar.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Kachō?" you asked, apprehensive. Your eyes raked over his face and tinted glasses, unable to read his expression.

"It's late; the stations have closed," he said matter-of-factly. He's offering you a ride home, you deduced — it was tantalising, though with this surprising advance, any pluck you just summoned to initiate conversation evaporated into thin air.

In a brief second of clarity, you found your thoughts in disarray, scattered as the numbers you left behind in the office. Much as you would love to test your hypothesis, you were in no state to behave rationally or with resolve; there was no telling if you might do anything out of impulse or foolishness, and risk finding by next morning a box on your desk, with a letter of dismissal typed in Times New Roman, font size 12.

"Oh, I couldn't impose," you took a step backward into the elevator, itching to jab at the buttons to close the door.

From over the top of Kokushibo's glasses you can see a brow raise in question. He must think you were stupid for passing up such an offer; knowing him, he probably was cognisant of where you lived from your application letter. An hour walk home in the cold night from the business district to the outskirts of town was something only someone as foolish as you would do — and he would know that part of you all too well.

It would do nothing to help with his impression of you: meek, scatter-brained, but it was the right thing to do, you tried telling yourself — the two of you were colleagues; specifically, Kokushibo was your senpai, one you were supposed to hold at a professional distance. To breach to ocean and tear down those walls would be a gross misconduct on your part.

"Fine," he said, removing his hand from the doors and letting them close as he turned away without a second glance back at you.

And you felt the ground give way beneath your feet, the cool robotic voice announcing the floor that you were headed; you slumped on the cool railings lining the walls of the elevator, hating yourself.

...To be continued?

Thank you for reading!

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[multifandomsimagine]

Tag Games

Was going through my likes and found a few tag games that I completely forgot about so here they are now months late but still here lol Under a 'Read More' cause it's a bit long

Tagging anyone else who wants to be part of this! 

this or that - tropes edition

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane  

1st anime crush vs current anime crush from the same anime

I don't really watch anime (I read manga more) so I'm just going by the first three shows that pop up on my reading list

Hayato Kamitani -> Usaida Yoshihito (School Babysitters / Gakuen Babysitters)

Mamoru Chiba/Darien -> Haruka Tenou/Amara (Sailor Moon)

Giyu Tomioka -> Obanai Iguro (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba)

3 Characters Who Live Rent Free

How do I only choose three?

Wanda Maximoff (Marvel) - I don't remember how I was first introduced to Wanda but I've loved her ever since. Her character has gone through so much (not just in the MCU *cough cough* House of M) and it just makes my heart ache for her. She just wants to have a good life with her family and they just keep being taken from her. Why must she continue to suffer? Leave her alone!!! God I just want to wrap her up in a blanket and make sure nothing bad happens to her again

Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond (Steven Universe) - Rose is such an interesting character because I know she's so polarizing in the fandom. I think it's just so fascinating how we see her arc in reverse; at first, she's this character whose been put on this pedestal and described as this caring and loving figure and then we learn that she was Pink Diamond who was this selfish and childish authority figure. She's just such a complex and gray character which is why I think about her often

Andrew!Peter Parker (Marvel) - Andrew's Peter is my favorite of all the live-action Spider-Man. I love that they went in a different direction with his films by having his love interest be Gwen Stacy. Their story was so cute and I just love how passionate he was about playing Peter. My dork <3

Would You Rather

- musicals or plays

- lemonade or iced tea

- strawberries or raspberries

- winter or summer

- pandas or koalas

- beaches or forests

- planets or constellations

- pastels or neons

- diners or cafes

- unicorns or dragons

- gemstones or crystals

- hummingbirds or owls

- fireworks or sparklers

- sunflowers or hydrangeas

- brunch or happy hour

- sweet or sour

- Rome or Amsterdam

- classic or modern art

- sushi or ramen

- sun or moon

- polka dots or stripes

- macarons or croissants

- glitter or matte

- aquariums or planetariums

- road trip or camping trip

- colouring books or watercolours

- fairy lights or candles

- honey & lemon or milk & sugar

You've been asked out. The ninth recent picture in your camera roll is who asked you out

Thanks Bernie lol

[dudeandduchess]

Part three of a list of all the sins I’ve written? Enjoy, bbys!

FIRST MASTERLIST || SECOND MASTERLIST || REQUEST GUIDELINES

**Titles in bold are non-requests.

KINKTOBER 2020

Rengoku Kyōjurō:

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “Come back to bed, it’s lonely with you gone” (Modern AU, Fluff, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “I’m picking you up and taking you with me,” (Fluff, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Dream Come True (Fluff, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt” (Fluff, Wordless Ways Prompt, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet” (Fluffy/Blushy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “I like the way your hand fits in mine” (Fluffy/Blushy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O, and Ran: Orihime and Hikoboshi (Family Fluff, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Bath Time (Fluff, Intimate Ideas List, Slight NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “When am I gonna meet your parents? We are pretty much an old married couple by now” [Part 1] (Fluff, Love-Hate Roommate Prompts, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Meeting the Parents [Part 2] (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Bed Weather (Fluff, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “Your dad doesn’t like me, and he owns guns…” (Fluff, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō (x F!S/O) with Ran: Fuuran (Wholesome Fluff, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “You’re not going out in that outfit” (Smut Prompts, Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Pillar (Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Mine (Jealousy + Smut, Taro Commissions, Slight NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Wife!S/O and Giyuu x F!S/O: “Why the fuck did you bring condoms?” (Fluff, Fake Dating Prompts, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Tsundere!F!S/O: “I see you’ve gone to bed… and that I am the bed” (Fluff, Soft & Sassy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Rainy Day Bliss (Fluff + Family Feels, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record” (Smut/NSFW Prompts, NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “The more you kink shame me, the more I’m picturing you naked” (Fluff + Smut, Smut/NSFW Prompts, Modern AU, Slight NSFW Scenario)

Obsession: Yandere!Kyōjurō x F!Reader:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Illicit Affairs (Two-Part Angst Series):

Part 1: Illicit Affairs

Part 2: Sad, Beautiful, Tragic

Daylight (Greek Mythology Series):

Prologue

Shinazugawa Sanemi:

Masquerade: Mulan AU

Part 1

Part 2

Sanemi x F!S/O: “Alright you have my attention, you can stop nuzzling me now” (Fluff, SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: “Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh” (Kimetsu Gakuen AU, Wordless Ways Prompt, SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: Lunch Date (Kimetsu Gakuen AU, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: With a Smile (Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: “I’m so in love with her, I don’t know what to do” (Fluffy/Blushy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x Princess!F!S/O: “How do you always manage to look so captivating?” (Fluffy/Blushy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: “I don’t know what to do, he got my name tattooed on him!” (Fluff, Tattoo Prompts, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: “Bold enough to take the snack out of my mouth, huh?” (Fluff, Munching and Morsels Starters, Slight NSFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: “Yeah yeah, big strong warrior don’t need snuggles- uh-huh” (Fluff, Soft & Sassy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Affairs of the Heart Series: [Knight!Sanemi x Princess!Reader](Royalty AU, Westernized Plot, SFW/NSFW Scenario)

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Tomioka Giyuu:

Giyuu x F!S/O: “Your lips are so warm” (Fluffy/Blushy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!S/O: “Did you eat my leftovers” (Fluff, Love-Hate Roommates Prompts, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!S/O: Designing a Tattoo (Fluff, Tattoo Prompts, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Uzui Tengen

Uzui x F!S/O: Movie Date (Fluff + Smut, Taro Commissions, Modern AU, Slight NSFW Scenario)

Iguro Obanai

Teacher!Obanai x School Nurse!F!S/O: Allergies (Fluff + Smut, Taro Commissions, Slight NSFW Scenario)