#kny x reader smut

[nyctoaerah]

★JUST A KISS

Warnings: Explicit smut, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, unprotected, pull-out method, dorks in love. MDNI.

Pairings: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

“You f-fuckin’ whore...! you said it was just a kiss!”

You exclaimed, your eyes drilling into his as your fingers dig into his back, scratching down his spine. He just smirks, that annoying, charming smirk that makes your blood boil — but also makes your knees weak.

“Yeah? well, you’re a fuckin’ slut for letting me,”

He breathes, his jaw brushing against your ear as he sank his teeth into your lobe. You whine, your hips bucking up as his cock thrusts into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you, the one that had you seeing stars and your toes curling.

“Besides, you’re just sooo cute that I can’t resist you, you’re too cute that i can’t keep my hands off you.”

“My pretty girl is just soooo insatiable”

You moan at the praise, your voice catching as you press your head into the crook of his neck, savoring the sensation. His hands grasp your hips firmly, guiding his movements as he pulls his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in. 

“You’re taking it all so good for me, baby,” he groans in your ear.

“Hngh— Feels so— you feel so good, nemi...”

“Uh-huh, i do?”

“mhm...”

You can’t help but think, How the hell did the two of you end up like this again?

You both were meant to be taking it easy after a exhausting mission, relaxing and unwinding.... Not this...

He only asked for a kiss. And you gave in—letting your lips entangle with his, but sanemi wasn’t satisfied with it and had to go further, and there you gooo, getting dicked down by your pretty husband.

“Haaaah, are you drawing blood now, pretty?”

“Why do you want to leave marks on my back? You know no one can see them there, right? You should do it in the front n’ i’ll gladly show ‘em off to everyone”

“Freak, m’not as jealous as you...”

“Ain’t i a handsome freak?”

“Uh-huh, my handsome freak...”

He bit his lip, fuck he loved hearing you praise him, he snapped his hips forward, and he grinds against you, and you feel that familiar twitch inside. He feels so good you can’t help but squeeze him tight with your inner muscles, milking him, in a way that felt sooo good.

“Oh shit don’t do that, you’re gonna make me cum too fast,” he groaned, his abs contracting with each  thrust, feeling himself getting closer.

“You gotta go first... N’ not me..” He whispered.

“No, you go first.” you argued

“no, you first.” 

“no, you go first— a-ah!”

“cum and, make a mess on my cock, pretty”

He reached down and rubbed your clit, you felt your release building up fast, so close you could almost taste it.

His fingers expertly worked their magic, sending you into a frenzied daze. With each pass, he brought you closer to the edge, your breath catching in your throat.

You felt your whole body tense up as the pleasure became almost too much, your jaw going slack.

Then, Sanemi’s lips descended on yours, and his tongue swirled against yours, capturing your moans as you came hard around him, your cunt fluttering around his cock.

Your thighs quivered uncontrollably, and your nails dug into his back. The overwhelming sensation left you weak, and you could only hang on to him for dear life.

“S-so fucking gorgeous, oh fuck—”

He didn’t let up, though continuing his relentless pursuit of your pleasure. A few more powerful thrusts, and then he finally withdrew, and releases in your stomach instead.

“haaaah... that feels good..” Sanemi breathed out.

You both panted heavily, your eyes locked on each other, just basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.

The aftermath of your orgasm leaves you feeling both sated and sensitive, and a bit sore.

After a moment, sanemi breaks the silence.

“Can i get another kiss, darling?”

You felt a mix of sensations—exhaustion, overstimulation, affection, and annoyance. But you weren’t about to let him get away scot-free after literally dicking you down.

“Keep your hands to yourself, slut.” you glared at him.

“Then tie me up, gorgeous. That way, I'll have no choice but to keep my hands off you.”

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝.

𝐀/𝐍: have a quick sanemi smut:3 i’m still working on the other sanemi smut LOL. But i’m mostly focusing on my yandere kny fic so it’ll probably take some time. This is by far probably the filthiest and cringiest shit thwt i’ve ever done LMAOOOO.💀💀

[barbies1shots]

☆-bondage, gags, featuring GYOMEI♡, overstim, size k!nk (i cant help myself), manhandling

seen the new episodes of demon slayer and seen Gyomei?

the way his ghostly eyes gaze at your sweat ridden back as he pistons his fat dick into your soft cunt. one thing led to another, a few sentences led to Gyomei tying your calves to your thighs and your arms behind your back with a tightness that is constant. his knots with the dark rope just dug into your skin deliciously. with the way he tied your legs, moving or even running from his dick just wasn't possible.

'face down, ass up' they say.

'face down, ass up' if you want your guts completely rearranged and fucked up and your ass tore up

'face down, ass up' but your legs are fucking tied together, your arms are stretched out behind you and are fucking tied together. and it turns out he doesn't want his prayers interrupted, so he stuck a ball-shaped gag between your delicate teeth. forcing your tongue back into your mouth, slightly choking on it as drool to escape.

you cried and moaned out incoherently as your back arched even deeper for more. more of his thick inches, more of his calloused hands to ghostly touch over your hot skin. just more of the big man in general.

he kneeled behind you, his hips taking root to your ass and straight into your cervix, bruising it, smashing it with every forceful thrusts. he fucked you like you were going to leave tomorrow. he fucked you like you need to be. like you wanted to be weak in the hips tomorrow, like you wanted not to be able to walk straight and upright tomorrow.

his large hands were stationed on your hips, pulling your complete body weight into himself while pushing you off him the next second, just to pull you back on his dick, bruising your cervix.

every thrust brung gurgled whimpers from your pretty throat. you moaned off his dick. the way your slick made a wet sound when his hips crashed into yours made your head dizzy with lust. drool dripped steadily from your plump lips, wetting the sheets. your whines and sobs are so so loud, you just couldnt take it:(

but, his chants and his prayers are louder, they drown out your pretty cries and your lustful sobs. he just continues to pray as he fucks you a new brain.

ty for reading!<3

@aizawasbarb

[tiza0925]

Hi!...umm could you pls do a NSFW tanjiro x reader where reader starts to get jealous of kanao bcos kanao has started to gain feeling for tanjiro and has been trying to get close with him but she doesn't know that reader and tanjiro are secretly dating so reader ends up distancing herself from everyone and when tanjiro confronts reader they end up in a mating press+overstimulation and a bit breeding kink 😳

(Pls don't get me wrong I luv Kanao but I haven't seen any fanfictions like this and I'm sorry if this request is too much)😅

Take care 😊

only you | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, explicit sexual content, jealous!reader, afab/female reader, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, reassurance, Tanjiro loves you so much, multiple orgasms (implied), overstimulation, soft!dom Tanjiro, ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE AGED UP AND OVER 18 YEARS-OLD

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You feel two thick fingers shove inside your mouth, the fingertips hooking onto your bottom teeth to pull your head forward to look into sinful red eyes. 

You blink blearily, tears blur your vision, and you choke with a sob as drool drips down the corners of your mouth. 

“Already crying?” You hear Tanjiro murmur, voice sweet and low, a huge contrast to the brutal thrusts he’s been giving you—fucking your sore cunt with the intent to make you pass out. “Too much for you now, hm?”

You suck in a sharp breath, moaning around his fingers, and your eyes roll back when Tanjiro leans in to have his head near your ear—causing his cock to sink in deeper that you swear you feel him in your throat. 

“I’m sorry, love, but you’ll have to hold on for a little longer,” His voice rumbles against you, rolling through your ear as his lips graze the shell of your ear. “I still need to cum inside you, okay?” 

If you weren’t currently getting fucked to the point where you can feel Tanjiro’s dick in your soul and your mind wasn’t a puddle of liquid pleasure—

You would probably laugh at yourself for being in the situation you’re in at the very moment. 

Because none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for Kanao.

And now you’re torn between still wanting to be mad at Kanao and also wanting to give her a hug of gratitude for getting Tanjiro like this. 

Not because Kanao directly told Tanjiro to fuck you like he’s some madman. 

Instead, funnily enough, it was Kanao who was the one that wanted Tanjiro for herself. 

It was obvious with the way you’d watch her laugh at his jokes that weren’t even that funny sometimes. 

Or the way you’ve noticed Kanao would leave light touches on Tanjiro’s hand and arm—brief but still giving the message that she wants more from him—whenever you were all out on the field training. 

You’ve seen the way Kanao looked at Tanjiro. 

And honestly—you don’t blame her. 

Tanjiro is an attractive guy. 

Not only in his face but his demeanor, how polite he is. Smart, funny, and god—have you seen him without a shirt? 

So you get why Kanao acts that way—even more recently, now, as Tanjiro started to train more and grew a little taller. 

It’s why you’re dating him, in the first place. 

But nobody knows that. 

You two didn’t want to get in trouble—dating within the Corps wasn’t allowed. 

But you guys couldn’t help it. 

He liked you, and you didn’t want to lose out on the chance of having him to yourself. 

The only issue with keeping your relationship with Tanjiro a secret—

Is that people, like Kanao, will try to get with him instead. 

Because in their eyes—he’s single. 

In Kanao’s eyes—Tanjiro is available for her. 

And at first—you didn’t care. 

You both knew what would happen once you kept this relationship a secret. 

People will still flirt—it happened to you many times by other guys. 

But you were always polite to let them down—made up some lie about wanting to focus on becoming a better slayer and all. 

And Tanjiro said the same thing to Kanao once before—and she listened. 

Admired him from far away. 

And you were okay with that. 

Until—

Until Kanao started to get handsy. Gradually.  

Until her small crush developed into something more for Tanjiro—and she wasn’t so subtle about it anymore. 

You were okay with it until Kanao and Tanjiro got a little closer—and you had to sit back with your teeth pinching your tongue, watching and doing nothing about it. 

And over time—it got to you. 

It’s not that you don’t trust Tanjiro—because this man has done nothing but respect and show you immense trust and security in your relationship. 

And he never flirted with Kanao back. 

But that doesn’t mean you trust Kanao. 

Not when Tanjiro is, in general, a really nice guy. 

Nice to the point where Kanao can mistake it for flirting. 

And if you couldn’t say anything about it—because what can you say without blowing your guys’ secret? 

‘Hey, stop flirting with Tanjiro because—‘ 

Because what? You like him?

That he’s yours? 

It was futile and you hated it. 

…Hence, why you started to distance yourself. 

From a few others at first. 

But then it started to turn into you making an excuse to not talk to Tanjiro. 

That distancing turned into you avoiding him as much as you can. 

Because it hurt. 

You can’t flirt with Tanjiro in public as Kanao can 

And honestly—you genuinely thought you would get away with this whole ‘distancing thing'. 

It even got to the point where you thought that you and Tanjiro's relationship could possibly be over. 

And wouldn’t that be amazing for Kanao, huh? 

But then Tanjiro confronted you about it one night—and that…

That was something. 

The door to your dorm closes behind him as you both walk in, and it’s deadly silent. 

The tension is so thick that you can cut a knife through it, but you don’t say anything.

And for a moment—it remains silent. 

Just waiting for something to drop, to set off the bomb that’s been ticking for a while, now. 

And—

And then you hear Tanjiro let out a tired sigh, and you turn to see him rub a hand over his face as he looks at you, confused. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, now?” 

Your eyes widen, and surprise flashes through your pupils as you swallow hard, playing dumb as you avert your gaze. “There’s nothing wrong.” 

He lets out a derisive snort, sarcasm lacing his words “Really?” 

“Yes, really,” Your voice comes out flat, and you walk towards your bed while taking off your shirt. “You should go, I’m tired.” 

A lie. 

One that Tanjiro immediately detects as he shakes his head and follows you. “Not until we talk this out first.” 

That’s the thing that also made you fall for him—is how big he is on communication. 

It’s something you generally love about him—except for this very moment. 

Because talking about how stupidly jealous you are will get you emotional—you can already feel the damn lump beginning to form in your throat. 

You try to ignore him as you set up the bed, sniffling. “There’s nothing to talk about.” 

Tanjiro huffs out a breath, his voice soft and pleading. “Don’t lie to me.”

You purse your lips, your teeth clenching. “You should go rest.” 

You feel him closer behind you, his body heat near yours, and his voice is so confused. “Was it something I said?” 

The breath you let out is shaky, feeling guilty for making him think he’s at fault here. 

Because he’s not but emotions are a bitch and it’s starting to get to you. 

You swallow thickly. “No.” 

Another step closer to you. 

“Was it something someone else said?” 

Your voice is a little strained. “…No.” 

“Did someone do something? Did I do something—?”

And at this point—something kind of just…snaps. 

“I don’t know,” You don’t mean to have any bite in your words, but you’re just so frustrated and overwhelmed and feel so stupid for the way you’re acting that it all just hits you at once as you sniffle, your voice cracking. “Why don’t you go ask your little girlfriend, Kanao?”

And then—

Everything turns silent. 

You can hear the soft ringing in your ears right after you say that. 

You can feel your heart thumping rapidly with regret flushing your cheeks and your stomach drops. 

Fuck. 

You didn’t mean to say that out loud. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

You feel a rough hand wrap around your wrist, and the next thing you know—

You’re being spun around—and your vision is instantly met with big, red eyes. 

And your breath hitches in your throat soon after when you take in Tanjiro’s expression because—

He doesn’t look mad at you. 

He looks…worried. 

Almost regretful in a way. 

“That’s what this is all about?” 

He asks, sounding incredulous and confused, looking at you patiently for you to answer. 

God—you feel so irrational now—

“I…” You start, not sure what to say with the way he’s looking at you like that, and you gulp. “…It’s not—”

“Oh, love,” Tanjiro sighs. Low and heavy—full with understanding once he takes a good look at you—and his eyebrows crinkle with focus as he brings you closer to him—tucking your head under his chin as he wraps his arms, full of muscles and warmth, around you. “You have no reason to be jealous of her, you know.” 

Your lower lip wobbles. “I know—”

“But,” He stops you, and you let out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner.” 

Fuck.

You close your eyes, feeling guilty for even making him have to say that because—

“It’s not your fault,” You mutter, but Tanjiro simply shakes his head, sounding firm. 

 “No, I should’ve made stricter boundaries with Kanao—which I will do when I see her.” 

“I don’t want to tell you what to do with your friends, though.” 

Tanjiro frowns and tips his chin down to give your forehead an achingly gentle kiss, mumbling against your head. “How you feel is more important to me.”

Well, that’s just not fair. 

You both stay like that for a bit—simply hugging and being in the other’s arms. 

It’s silent again but this time it’s comfortable. 

But then at some point—

“Hey,” Reluctantly, you lift your head to look at him, and Tanjiro’s eyes soften as he gives your lips a soft, gentle kiss. “You’re the only one I want, you know.” 

You whimper, feeling a small shiver crawl up your spine. 

He guides your mouth open with his, his warm tongue sliding against your lower lip. “You’re the only one I want to kiss.” 

His hands on you grow firmer, almost possessive, as he pulls you closer to him—and you let out a small moan. 

He kisses you so deeply that you feel it in your bones, and he starts to walk you towards the bed—the bend of your knees hitting the edge, causing your back to fall and land on the soft cushion beneath. 

And he follows, holding you close to him, his mouth traveling to your ear and giving it a small nip, his voice rough against you, “You’re the only one I want to be inside of, too.” 

God. 

You feel yourself throb and you throw your arms around his neck as your legs wrap around him—kissing him back just as deeply, moaning into his mouth because this is the Tanjiro that you want. 

This is what you need from him right now. 

…Which is how, moments later, you end up the way you are right now. 

Cheeks red and shiny from tears. 

Your head foggy and ready to explode. 

Body so exhausted and numb from the way he’s been fucking you—holding you down with your legs thrown over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half as he presses your legs against your chest—

And he’s fucking you through your third orgasm, all while you cry around his fingers, clinging onto whatever your hands can find as Tanjiro pushes down on you—groaning at just how pretty you look. 

“Only made for me, love,” Tanjiro breathes heavily, kissing one of your tears, before looking back at you with a small grin. “You take me so well.”

You whine, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth—your saliva shiny on his fingers—and he uses the same hand to wrap around your neck, putting one of your most vulnerable parts into his hand. 

“And I’m gonna make sure I get you all full with my cum.” 

That’s another thing about him. 

It’s the way he is in bed. 

He can be gentle but—

But there’s just this edge to him that makes your head spin and turn into mush. 

It’s the way he talks with words that sound sweet with the tone he uses, even if they’re filthy—as if each word has been dipped in sin-filled chocolate. 

It’s the way he fucks you with so much love and yet still manages to make you feel boneless and fucked stupid like some slut. 

And that little, spiteful, part of you grins—knowing that no one else gets to experience this side of him except you. 

Not even Kanao. 

He fucks you deep and slow, your fluids gushing out and getting both of you so wet that you can hear the sweet squelch of your pussy getting abused by his cock. 

Your clit is overstimulated from his body rubbing against it with every thrust—that your muscles tense and heat is constantly sparking in your lower belly.

He goes until he starts talking about breeding you—filling your sweet cunt with his cum and keeping it there until your belly is full with his babies and—

“God, love—”

And then you hear him groan, and Tanjiro kisses you as soon as his orgasm pushes through him—and he’s pumping his cum inside your pulsing cunt, filling you to the brim. 

It’s messy. 

You’re both so goddamn messy and out of breath by the time he cools down. 

But you don’t care. 

Even if your pussy is sore and wet and you know you’ll need a shower right after this—

And even if his breathing is heavy—hell, he feels heavy on top of you—

You like it. 

It’s welcoming. 

He kisses you again, this time slow and indulgent, and you feel yourself go numb at his words that get murmured right against you, “I’m all yours, okay?” 

End. 

Masterpost

[sandwitchstories]

A Cure for Restlessness

And I'm back with my Sanemi smut! That sexy chaos gremlin occupies way too much of my thoughts.

So without further ado...

If you prefer to read it on AO3, please click here!

Summary: Work has you stressed out to the point that you can't relax, you can't sleep. Sanemi knows the perfect cure for restlessness.

WC: 2100+

CW: MDNI, smut, AFAB reader, AFAB terms used to describe reader's sexy bits, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex. Please see AO3 link above for a full list of CW.

Divider posted by @saradika

You let out a defeated sigh. Sleep was just not happening. You had tried everything.

“Still can’t sleep, princess?” Sanemi asked, rolling over to pull you closer with an arm over your waist, his hand splayed on your stomach. His voice was sleepy as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and kissed your shoulder.

“No,” you sighed, reaching up a hand to run your fingers through his messy hair. “Too stressed about that meeting tomorrow. I hate having to talk to the big bosses. It doesn’t matter how many times I have done it, or how many times I have double and triple checked my data…I just… my skin feels like it is going to crawl off my bones.”

“That’s no good,” he said, his hand slid under your shirt to cup your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up, baby. Go back to sleep, pervert,” you chuckled, turning to kiss the top of his head on your shoulder. 

“No can do,” he said, moving his fingers to pinch and pull at your nipple. “Can’t leave my girl all stressed out like this.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, biting your lip, you could feel your pussy getting wet as he toyed with your breast.

He pulled harder on your nipple, kissing the shell of your ear. “You’ll be much better after you cum though.”

“Everything is better after an orgasm” you smiled. “But seriously, you can go back to sleep, baby, I know we both have early days tomorrow.”

“That’s not happening,” he said, his hand moving to grope and squeeze your breast. “Because now I’ve gotta see your pretty face as you cum before I can go back to sleep.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a very good wife if I kept you from sleeping too, huh?” 

“That’s my girl,” he grinned against your shoulder, placing a kiss on your warm flesh.

Sanemi rolled you so that you were on your back  while he was on his side. His large, rough hand tugged up your shirt to bear your breasts, leaning over so he could draw your nipple into his mouth while his hand continued south, shoving your panties out of his way to rub his finger up and down your slit.

“Oh gods, Sanemi..” you moaned, spreading your legs wider. 

“Shit… I love when you say my name like that,” he said, biting down on your nipple just hard enough to make you cry out. “And I love how fucking wet your pussy is for me.”

His fingers were rubbing up and down your slit, adding pressure on your clit with each pass before he shoved a finger into your wet pussy. “Oh Gods, Nems.”

He pumped slowly a few times before adding a second finger, working them in and out of your core. The squelching sounds of your pussy getting louder with each thrust of his fingers filled the room. Your breathy moans of his name and whimpers of pleasure were like music to his ears and you’re his favorite instrument to play. 

His mouth was on yours, kissing you senselessly. His other hand was above your head, his long fingers tangled in your hair, tightening against your scalp like he knew you liked. 

“Faster,” you moaned, hips starting to move on their own. “Need more…”

He started fucking your pussy harder with his fingers. He rolled your nipple with his tongue, looking up at you. “Get your toy out of the drawer, princess.”

“But-”

He nipped down on your plump bottom lip, pulling on it gently and letting it bounce back.“Get. The. Toy.”

His fingers were still thrusting into your cunt as you leaned over and fumbled with the nightstand drawer, grabbing out your wand and turning back to him with a heat in your cheeks. 

Even in the dark he sensed your blush and chuckled. “You’re seriously embarrassed about pulling out a toy I told you to pull out? A toy we’ve used together countless times… A toy I know you’ve used on this pretty little pussy even more times… You’re so fucking weird sometimes. My fingers are literally buried in your cunt right now.”

“Well, like you said, I’m weird!” you said, settling back down next to him and moving your mouth to kiss him. 

“Yeah, you are fucking weird…but I love it.” He moved his mouth to suck and nip your ear lobe and talk in your ear. His voice was rougher and deeper than usual. “Turn on your toy, and put it on your clit. Now.”

You did as he instructed, the buzzing of it on the lowest setting against your swollen clit felt so good but it still wasn’t enough. You moved it in small rocks, pressing it harder against yourself.

“Turn it up another setting.”

You did as he instructed, whimpering at the increased stimulation against your sensitive bud. He started fucking his fingers into you harder and faster, your body was starting to shake, but still it wasn’t enough. You whimpered in frustration with your body not letting you finish…

“Another.”

You pressed the button with your thumb and began to shake even harder at the newest setting. You could feel the muscles in your body tightening and the sheen of sweat starting to coat your skin. In desperation you started to whine. “Shit, shit, shit.. I wanna cum, baby, I wanna cum…”

“I got you, princess, I’ve got you. Just like always,” he soothed gently, kissing you before shoving another finger into your slick cunt and starting to pound them into you. He pulled back from the kiss, his face hovering near yours as he watched you. “Cum for me, baby girl. Cum on my fingers.”

“I’m trying, baby, I’m trying so hard,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to cum for him and for you. You needed this, dammit.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight on my hand, shit, baby girl. Can you hear how fucking wet your cunt is for me, princess? You’re doing so good for me, baby. Cum for me, huh, let go… lemme feel you cream on my fingers…” 

“Ahhh!! Sanemi!!”

You were mindless at this point. You were begging. You were babbling. Shaking, squirming, sweating. You could feel your juices dripping down the crack of your ass, you pressed the vibrating wand even harder against yourself.

Sanemi adjusted his angle and hit that special spot inside that made you see stars and call out his name. He grinned and pounded his fingers into your cunt even harder, abusing that gummy place in your walls.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me, cum for me, beautiful. Cum on my fingers.”

You cried out as you finally came, hips jerking off the bed, thighs clamping shut around his forearm in a death grip, trapping the toy between your pussy lips and his hand. The monster you married kept fucked his fingers into you more, intentionally bumping into the toy over and over again. He moaned as you came again, soaking his fingers and the sheets beneath you.

“T..t… too much,” you whimpered, feeling light headed from how hard your last orgasm was. You fumbled between your legs to yank the toy back and turn it off, dropping it on the bed next to you as Sanemi slowed his fingers, still working you through the end of your orgasm.

As you laid there panting he raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked his digits clean before leaning over to kiss you again. The taste of you on his tongue made your exhausted hole clench around nothing. 

“Better?” he asked, kissing your forehead as you worked to get your breathing under control.

“Duh,” you gave a breathing laugh and smiled.

He chuckled and laid back down, pulling you with him. “Good. Let’s get some sleep.”

You were about to agree when you felt how hard his cock was as it pressed into your stomach. One good favor deserves another, right? 

You trailed your fingers down from his shoulders, over his chest, down the lines of his abs, before sliding your fingers under the band of his boxers, taking his hard cock into your hand and stroking the hard velvet length.

“Who needs sleep when we have energy drinks?” you asked, leaning over to flick his nipple with your tongue.

“Good answer,” he said, biting his lip. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your mouth to his. He kissed you in a starving, demanding way before pulling your head back so he could mouth your neck. His other hand slid down your back to cup your ass before pulling you on top of him. You sat up straddling him. You reached between you and freed his cock from the cotton prison. You rocked against him, rubbing your pussy along his hard length. The feel of your pussy spread open over his cock as you coated him in your arousal was incredible. With every drag of your hips over his length, the swollen head of his cock bumped your clit. You couldn’t wait to feel him buried inside you, balls deep. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders, lifting so he could shove aside your panties again and rub his cock head up and down your slit, gathering even more of your dripping essence. You bit your lip as you lowered down on him, throwing your head back in pleasure once you were fully seated with his dick in your core and your clit rubbing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock.

Sanemi’s large hands slid up your thighs to cup your ass, squeezing the round globes for good measure. Then his sinful hands moved to your front, pulling up your shirt to free your breasts. He bit his lip and groaned as he watched you riding him, your tits swaying and bouncing with your effort. He leaned forward and caught a rosy tip between his teeth.

With his hands now back on your hips, he braced his feet on the bed and began to fuck up into you. He drew his hips back so just the very tip teased your hole, and then snapped them forward, impaling you on his thick length, his cock kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Over and over again until all you could do was hold on for dear life as Sanemi fucked you like his life depended on it. You squeezed down on him as his tip brushed against that special spot inside. He groaned, arching his neck back more, his fingers dug into the plush meat of your hips even more.

In a blink of an eye he had rolled you onto your back and was maneuvering you to be right where he wanted you. He folded you in half, his arms trapping your knees down onto the bed and pinning them open as he leaned over you. You called out his name, eyes rolling back in your head with pleasure. 

“Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good on my cock, baby,” he groaned as he picked up the pace again, fucking into you at a fast and harsh pace. 

“So does your cock, my love. You feel so good inside me!” You raked your nails down his back. You leaned up to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip. “Cum for me, Sanemi. I want to feel you cum in me, baby. Fill me up.”

“Oh shit, oh fucks… I’m cumming princess, fuck I’m coming baby,” he groaned as his hips began to chase his own high. 

“That's my love. Give it all to me, baby,” you smiled softly.

You moaned at the feel of his hot cum filling your spent pussy, his balls slapping into your ass, and his mouth ravaging yours in a sloppy, oxygen deprived way. He rested his forehead against yours, panting, and occasionally placing gentle kisses on your lips as he came down. 

“You are fucking amazing, princess. Take my breath away quite literally,” he said with a smirk. 

You giggled at his corniness. He pulled his cock out, hands still on your thighs keeping you spread. He watched the mix of your cum and his start to leak out of your well fucked hole. He gathered it on his thumb and then pressed it back inside you, leaning over to kiss you one more time before he laid back onto the mattress, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you. He kissed the top of your head gently.

“Better?” you asked him, looking up at him with your chin resting on his chest, a smirk on your face.

He turned your chin up, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips even with the awkward angle. He flopped his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, a smirk on his handsome face.  “Much better. Now, go the fuck to sleep.”

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

DAY 8: TOYS

With: Giyuu Tomioka

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Sub! Giyuu, gn! reader, modern day au, vibrators, bullet vibrator, anal play, nipple clams, vibrating cock ring, reader lowkey sadistic, safeword mentioned, giyuu crying/sobbing,

A/N: i struggled writing this and i have no idea why. welp.

“There are so many…Where did you find them?” Giyuu mumbles into your neck, sitting behind you on your shared bed, completely bare. His face has turned a bright red, and hes getting extra clingy, meaning that he must be embarrassed. But he is embarrassed majority of the time you do anything remotely not vanilla, so you are used to it.

You sit with a grin, staring at the items layed in front of you. Most of them are a shade of pink, but some are purple, or dark blue. Toys. You have acquired a bunch of sex toys, and today you were going to try them out on your adorable, stone-faced, boyfriend. “Online. Do you want me to explain what they all are?” 

He nods into the back of your neck, peering over your shoulder, and wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

His eyes scan the multitude of silicon, and the strangely shaped devices. He has never owned nor even talked about sex toys, and the fake pussy is staring right at him, and is making him squirm uncomfortably. You pick it up, laughing at the way he seems to cower at it. “This is a fleshlight. We also have another one over here,” This one was a green color, and just looked like a cylinder with texture on the inside. He liked this one immediately more. “You fuck it instead of your hand.” He blushes at the bluntness of your words but nods.

You set the two down, and Giyuu makes sure to turn away the lewder fleshlight so that it doesn’t face him. You giggle at him but don’t say anything and begin to search for your next item.Your hands trace to a white wand-shaped item, bigger than the rest of them. “Watch this,” You say, clicking on the button to see it jump to life. Giyuu’s eyes widen at the loudness of it, and how strong the vibrations are, and he unconsciously leans into you. “This is a vibrator.” You place it on his chest, and he jumps when they graze his sensitive nipples, shooting you a half-hearted glare. “We also have a bullet vibrator.” You grab the pink circular vibrator with the long attachment cord. “I have some fun ideas for this.” 

He covers his face and groans when you playfully slap his ass. “Alright, two more.”

Giyuus eyes wander to a mental chain with two clamps on both ends. Before you can continue, he cuts you off, pointing to it and mumbling out, “What is this?”

Your face lights up, and you place a hand on his thigh, leaning forward to whisper into his ear teasingly, “Nipple clamps.” You grab the chain from his hand, and pinch the two sides, staring at his chest in awe. “Bet they’ll make your cute nipples all red and swollen,” You sigh, mouth already watering at the idea. 

He flinches, pulling away. “Th-Thats gonna hurt,” The dark-haired man complains, trying to hide away from your sadistic gaze. He squirms when you laugh, and grabs a purple silicon circle, hoping to distract you. “And this?”

“Mhmm, may be my favorite. Cock ring. Prevents you from cumming, and look!” You press the button, sending the toy to life. “It also vibrates. Man, Giyuu, you are going to have so much fun tonight!”

His face pales slightly, and he drops the toy. “I don’t like that one,” He frowns, not liking the idea of not being able to cum at all. 

You peck his mouth, ignoring his complaint. “Hmm, most men don’t. But you’ll look so cute!”

He lets out a small whimper, hoping to coax some sympathy from you, but you just smile at him, petting his head. “It’s gonna be fun. And you will have your safeword. So if you don’t like anything too much, we can stop.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead moving closer to you. You feel something tap your thigh, and grin when you look down. “Well, arent you excited?”

He gulps, looks up at you one more time, and then buries his head into your neck with a whine, mentally preparing for what’s to come.

He was right to prepare, he was already trembling before you even turned anything on. He yelps when you clamp the second nipple on, and you wipe away a stray tear. “Hurts,” he whines, cringing when he glances down at his chest. 

“Sorry love, it’s over now. That was a little uncomfortable, huh Giyuu?” You murmur, cupping his face and kissing his cheek. The words make him feel like a child being comforted after getting wounded, but still, he melts at the tone, playing into it by sniffling and nodding. “Oh you’re so cute, just makes me wanna tease you.”

He whimpers, frowning at you and shaking his head. You pull away and run your fingers down his body, and then sit back on your knees before him. He lays on his back, hands on your knee, while blinking at you, waiting patiently for what’s next to cum.

He lays naked, and with one hand on your knee, seeking comfort. The thin chain connects his two nipples together, and lays lax against his pale chest. On his cock, is the cockring, that sits silently, waiting for you to turn it on. His dick fumes against his stomach, twitching in arousal. Next to him, lay the light green fleshlight (he convinced you to put away the pussy one), and the wand vibrator. And finally, the pink bullet vibrator is up his ass, and grazing his prostate. 

“Alright, let’s start this, yeah? How many times do you think you are gonna cum?” You tease, distracting him as you reach in between his thighs, and click on the vibrator. 

He jumps, sighing out when he feels the low vibrations inside him. “Don’t know,” He mumbles, “Maybe two times?”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Way too low of a guess, silly boy.” The sound of the cockring clicks to life, and Giyuus eyes visibly widen. It was at a higher intensity than the bullet vibrator, and it surprised him.

The two intense feelings send him shivering, and quietly moaning out. His hand grips onto your knee, and he buries his head into the pillow, panting into the soft fabric. You smile at him, and then grab the fleshlight, quickly pouring a copious amount of lube in.

You then steady his hips, huffing a laugh to see them already trembling. Then you force the fleshlight onto his cock, marveling at the lewd squelching noise. 

His reaction is immediate, bucking his hips into it, but then frantically pulling away, as if he was confused. “Wait. Wait. Wait. At the same time?” Giyuu uncharacteristically yelps, eyes wide and staring at you in panic.

You cock your head to the side. “Of course? What did you think we were doing?” He tries to respond, but it’s cut off by a moan when you slide the entire thing back on. It’s too big, considering the cockring covers too much space, so the tip ends about halfway into the toy. 

The vibrations travel to the silicon when the two toys touch, and it sends Giyuu crying out. “F-Fuckkkk. No no no. It’s too much!” 

His hips barely touch the ground anymore. Frantically moving from side to side, and then bucking upward into the toy without his consent. His frantic movements send heat to your groin, and you reach around in between his thighs to turn up the bullet vibrator to the highest level.

His thighs instictually close shut, and your hand almost got caught in his trap. You smack his upper thigh gently, in a tease, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His back is arching and he is gripping the sheets, letting out a silent scream. Giyuus face is buried into the pillow, but he’s whipping his head from side to side, overwhelmed with all the sensations. 

You pump his dick slowly, instead focusing your attention on your obviously overstimulated boyfriend. “I can’t–I can’t. Oh my god, it’s everywhere,” he cries, legs sporadically bending and then kicking out. 

His body forces himself to the side, moving your hand aside, as his hips come up. Then he turns himself completely over, onto his hands and knees as he screams into the pillow, while bucking his hips backward and forward into the two vibrations. He hiccups when he feels his nipples being tugged at by the force of gravity on the clamps. 

“There ya go. More comfortable on your hands and knees?” You don’t wait for him to respond, brushing his hair to the side. “Now, what’s everywhere, Giyuu?”

He sobs something into the pillow, but you can’t hear it, so you gently pinch his thigh. He gets the memo immediately, and pulls away, balancing on shaky hands, as drool coats his face. “T-The vibrations–Everywhere!” He hiccups, lifting his ass higher in the air as his eyes roll back.

A sadistic urge boils in your stomach as you glance at the white vibrator. He was wrong….They weren’t everywhere, and you wanted to change that. With one hand, you bring the fleshlight back to his cock, and then gulp, before picking up the wand, and switching it on. 

He doesn’t hear the new sound of the vibrator, focused completely on the feeling of the fleshlight again. His hips drill into it, and then occasionally arch as if to push himself deeper into the bullet vibrator.

You reach under him, and gently place the wand on the chain. It pulls it down, and also sends vibrations rippling through the chains. 

Giyuu’s eyes widen, and then immediately he sobs into the pillow, cringing as his fists jab into the bed sheets. His nipples are being pulled at, and are vibrating profusely. “Ow. Owwwww, stop stop! Its–I can’t–Oh help me!”

Before you get lost in the mouthwatering view, you are quick to ask if he is all alright. “Your color?”

“Green. Green,” He hiccups, “But you are so–so mean to me!” 

You kiss his upper thigh and continue to move your hands up and down his shaft. His whole body trembles, and the only thing louder than the multiple vibrations, was his constant moans and cries. “But you are gonna cum soon, right, Giyuu?” You coo, watching the way pre begins to dribble out, and helps lube the toy.

He nods into the pillow, body beginning to collapse on itself. You are quick to pull him upright, liking the view of his trembling ass, and shaking dick a little too much. “Bet it's going to be intense,” You mumble, “Bet it’s going to feel so good.”

Your words send his head spinning because you are right. He feels himself approach closer and closer to it, and its never been this intense before. Every sensitive part of his body is being stimulated, and it hasn’t even been five minutes.

You know the signs of your lover beginning to approach his orgasm, and you take the cockring off. One of these days youll use it to deny him his release, but not today, that would be too brutal with everything that is going on. He doesn’t notice, because it’s immediately replaced by the fleshlight fucking him up and down.

 “Please. Please. I–” He falters, forgetting how to speak when his orgasm hits him. His whole body shakes, and he sees white. Every inch of his body is screaming out, and he has got to be on cloud nine. 

He stays silent through it all though, eyes rolling back, and teeth biting into the pillow. Cum shoots out, onto his stomach and the sheets, and you smile through it all. 

His legs collapse moments later and his whole body falls limp against the sheets, jerking sporadically from the continuous vibrations on his prostate. Giyuu felt as if his brain melted, his every thought truly fucked out of him.

He feels his hips being lifted again, your arm supporting him, and he glances at you with hazy blue eyes. “Don’t pass out on me now,” You tease, strapping the cockring back into place. “We still got at least two more orgasms to pull from you.”

And the second the vibrations turn on, he seems to snap awake, but its too late. “W-Wait!” 

You just laugh, and bring the wand vibrator back to his now-redden nipples.

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[komelrebi-san]

subby boys are the best, oml <3

i am totally not delusional but oh lawwwwd 🤭🤭🤭

tw: MDNI! sub! needy! slight perv! boys x dom! reader, mostly gn! reader, twt! links (you might have to log in to see them), bondage, use of toys, slight femboy, slight mommy! kink, pls tell me if there's more that i should add! don't like, don't read.

subby boys! who are just so needy for your attention all the time.

subby boys! who'd do anything to distract you from whatever you are doing so that your hands can be on them.

subby boys! who can't stand it when you are not with him, but they know they can't touch themselves because you'd punish them if they did. but they just can't help it!!

subby boys! who ended up being punished afterwards, because they just can't keep their hand to themselves! they look so pretty, in a petite little skirt with a vibrator shoved up their ass, hands tied behind their back. and you told them that they can't cum before you came back home.

subby boys! who just can't hold their orgasm at all, when you come back they were in tears, having cummed so many times that his pretty cock hurts :(

subby boys! who needed you so bad, yet you were at work. they'd dress up for you in the prettiest pair of lacy panties that you owned, touching themselves, hoping that their desperate whines and whimpers would make you come back sooner.

subby boys! that use your toys to make himself cum when you are not home, and he'd film himself too, wearing a pair of headphones so that the mic can catch every single noise he made. he made sure to use the dildo that cums, and he opened his legs wide to make sure you can see him pumping the toy into his tight little ass, his seed squirting out of his tip.

subby boys! that steal your panties because they smell like you. they'd rub the cloth over their sensitive tip, and of course they'd send you videos too, because they knew that you'd fuck them silly afterwards.

subby boys! when their slutty nature got the best of them, they'd dress up in a maid dress, touching himself and filming a video for you too. they'd edge themselves until he came, hard, and he even had the audacity to send you a message along with the video: sorry mommy i'm clumsy, i accidently spilled my milk <3

subby boys! are the best, right?

[mamayan]

Humbly requesting Yobai with Giyuu (he goes to reader), a lil bit of yandere spice appreciated ✨👀

For you Desi? Anything ♡ This man makes me love the color blue~

★YOBAI☆

Giyuu Tomioka x Fem! Reader

tw: Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Oral (F) • Fingering (F) • Light Overstimulation • Rough Sex • Light Breath Play • Fluff/Humor

YOBAI Series: Kyojuro, Sanemi, Obanai/Mitsuri

Idea given by @rottmntrulesall and continuously inspired by @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi ♡

“I love you.”

He had been too stunned to reply, left frozen like a fool, unable to truly fathom those three simple words. He understood what they meant, but oddly his brain just couldn’t fathom how it factored in him.

You loved him? He wanted to ask you why first and foremost. It left him reeling, because did you mean you loved him like a friend? Did you only love him like family?

Did you love him like a man?

He was moving aimlessly, arms crossed as he stalked the residential streets near his home. His face set in its familiar stoic default, hiding his inner turmoil as his legs carry him down another set of homes.

He’s hardly paying any attention, only reacting to the voice which calls out in the quiet night.

“Tomioka-san? Are you out on a mission?” Colors clash as Giyuu comes face to face with the flame pillar Kyojuro Rengoku.

The man was dressed casually, holding what appeared to be confectioneries from a local shop boxed up in one hand. His gaze was friendly and curious as ever, smile as warm as its owner.

That’s right, Giyuu thought, the flame Hashira had gotten himself engaged had he not? He must have some sort of knowledge of this unfamiliar unfurling within his chest.

It was driving him nearly mad, the way your voice seemed to echo that single sentence on repeat.

“Rengoku-san… you’re experienced in love?” The water pillar’s question struck something weirdly familiar in Kyojuro, as Giyuu moved closer. The dark haired young man looked tired; which, coupled with his expressionless face only aided in aging his appearance.

“Haha! Yes! I am getting married soon!” His boisterous laugh grates on Giyuu’s ears, but he grits his teeth and endures for the sake of figuring all this out.

“Y/N said she loved me…” if Kyojuro hadn’t known the gloomy man for so many years, he might’ve thought Giyuu was scared in the admission.

The flame Hashira just wanted to go home and eat the sweets he bought with his fiancé, not have this conversation in front of his house. His lip twitched, but smile remained as he cautiously prodded further.

“And…?” His smile dropped at Giyuu’s blank face.

“What?” His eye twitched.

“Tomioka-san… did you say anything back?” Kyojuro felt a pang of pity for you as Giyuu shook his head, lips set in a firm line.

“So you just rejected her?” Giyuu’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t reject her…?”

“You did though Tomioka-san.”

Kyojuro wanted to go home, but a strange moral obligation kept him speaking, and for a moment he wondered if his family gave off matchmaker energy.

He’d speak with his father later, for now he focused on aiding his social awkward comrade as quickly as possible.

He felt further conflicted after speaking with Rengoku.

So he spent his free time following you, his thoughts consumed by you, fighting the pull he felt. This couldn’t possibly be healthy or normal, you shouldn’t haunt even his dreams. You respected his space, but every hopeful glance you sent his way sent him spiraling further.

Why did you need to be so lovely? So hard working and dedicated, you spent your days busy and helpful. Giyuu never truly realized how busy a Kakushi’s day could be, but it was possible it was just you.

Were you overworking yourself?

Did you eat breakfast this morning?

You sneeze cutely.

He likes how you laugh.

Your eyes glitter when you see the notes he begins anonymously leaving you, searching anywhere and everywhere, yet never seeing him from his perch in the trees. He likes the game he starts of cat and mouse, amusing himself watching you struggle to figure it out.

You’re quite the detective though, finally bringing out a simple note to show Kocho who recognizes his script.

He still doesn’t reveal himself, avoiding your growing awareness.

He enjoys spending his free time watching over you, dancing around your confession, until someone new appears in your little world.

A male demon slayer, around his own age, asking you on a date.

A romantic one. The sort which leads to engagement and marriage. He nearly pulled his blade, a boiling rage bubbling up and over his top, red flashing through his gaze.

You declined, polite and kind as always, but it didn’t matter. That man spoke to you because Giyuu hadn’t claimed you.

You were his weren’t you? You said you loved him.

Giyuu grit his teeth, face distorted even now as you returned to work and the day faded into night.

Even training was useless, his mind conjuring up images of you with someone else, smiling and directing that soft gaze on them.

His blade came down again, body covered in sweat as he huffs in exhaustion.

It still wasn’t enough. He was trembling from his own emotions attempting to claw through his chest.

He was tired of feeling regret.

The thought of “if I’d only been stronger, arrived sooner, said something” plaguing him until he stood outside your home.

In the middle of the night.

The moon hung as a crescent shining down, surrounded by a sea of stars.

He hadn’t changed out of his uniform, sword still attached to his hip as he moved forward. Gravel crunched under his sandals.

It seemed the closer he got to you, the more agitated he felt.

His hands shaking when he reached the front door, fist clenched and hand raised as if to knock. He froze, realization dawning on how this might look to any nosy neighbors who might be passing by. He slipped around back, away from sight and instead using a side entrance into your home that was left unlocked.

That fact made him uncomfortable as he moved forward on silent feet, his shoes left neatly by the door as he explored in search of your bedroom.

His chest continuing to itch with frustration until he slid the last shoji back to reveal a simple small room. A futon laid in the center where a bundle laid under the covers.

You looked serene, tucked sweetly away in bed and dreaming of something nice if the small smile on your lips was any indication.

He sighed, sitting down beside your bed with one foot propped up to lean on, looking down at you while you dozed.

Almost an hour passed before he grew impatient again, memories of today still on repeat as he tries to calm himself by just looking at you.

Except he didn’t just want to look anymore, he didn’t want to only observe and tease from afar. He wanted to hold you, speak to you, touch you.

He stood silently, taking off his sword and leaning it against your back wall, moving again to stand over your futon where you laid curled in the middle like a sleeping cat. Completely ignorant to his inner turmoil as he kneels before crawling completely over you.

That’s what you awake to, the figure of Giyuu Tomioka looming over you while you slept.

You startle, not immediately recognizing him in your half dreaming state, mouth opening to speak before a hand gently but firmly covers it.

“Don’t scream,” they weren’t very comforting words, your eyes widening fearfully and trying to adjust to the dark room, but it’s the voice which gives your panic pause.

“I just…” he didn’t know what he needed, because it clearly wasn’t just to see or merely touch you anymore. “I wanted to ask if you meant it… back then.” He was grateful the room was dark, his face feeling hot despite the cool air surrounding him.

You weren’t struggling or fighting him, seeming to have realized who he was already. Giyuu released his hold over your mouth, taking in your pretty features painted by dim moonlight with your eyes trained on him.

“I did mean it,” your voice cute and slurred as you sleepily answer, curious and less afraid now that you know who paid you a nightly visit.

Was he here for…? The thought seemed ridiculous, because Giyuu always struck you as a bit reserved, but why else would he be here in the middle of the night asking you about your confession?

You were still tired, but it helped dispel any nerves which might’ve been present had the sun been up. You let your arms raise slowly, as if it might scare the fearsome demon slayer, and wrapped them around his neck.

It pulled him in a little closer, and you could make out his features a little better like this.

His breath stuck in his throat, enamored by your close proximity, your soft sweet scent, and your words.

You meant it.

You wanted him, and while he was overcome with the urge to self-sabotage his happiness and remind you of his flaws, he was stopped by you leaning up.

Your kiss was feather light, just grazing his own for a split second before pulling away.

He chased you though, his own slotting against yours this time, but the force and pressure has you gasping so he could slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whined but he devoured it as he pushed the hot muscle around with your own, lighting you with the same passion he was feeling.

He let some of his weight drop, pinning you to prevent you from wiggling away from him, letting his thigh spread your own so he could slot himself in between.

Your yukata was in disarray, so when Giyuu’s groin pressed against your own it was only his pants separating him from your sex.

The feeling of something hard and thick pressing against your slick heat had you moaning, fabric sliding and creating delicious friction against your hooded nub. Shocks of pleasure jolted up your skin, but it was Giyuu’s own groan and pause that disrupted the kiss.

He realized there was nothing beneath your sleepwear, your soft thighs naked up to your stomach, and his own body hiding your slit from his view.

You caught your breath, watching as Giyuu lifted up and moved down your body, fingers quickly digging into the plush flesh of your inner thighs when they tried to close.

“Keep them open.” His eyes are narrowed on the expression of arousal and embarrassment you wear, lips titling up a bit as he smooths his hands down to your ass. “Be good for me,” you nearly choke when he says the words, but you really do when his tongue flicks out right over your puffy clit. Fingers dig into the futon while your eyes lock with his own, ensnared by the lewd show he makes of flattening his tongue and dragging it up slowly through your folds, adding pressure when he feels your legs start to shake.

His languid licks grow more fervent by the minute, his own desperation hastening his movements to lap and suck at your clit, before dropping down to prod your entrance with the tip. Your hips jerk, back arching as you grind against his face, slick coating his lips and chin as he eats you like a man starved.

“G-Giyuu, fuck, please,” it takes him a a moment to realize you used his first name, but when he does he nearly swears aloud.

Grunting when he feels your fingers tangle in his dark hair, Giyuu moves his hand around to press a finger against your tight hole, his tongue not stopping his assault on your throbbing nub. He watches you as he sinks his middle finger inside, the way you twitch and whine, lips parted and eyes heavy lidded as you pant.

Giyuu moans as he sinks deeper inside you, the snug fit around even just one finger as your feverish gummy insides massaged it had his hips rutting into the futon below.

He can tell you’re close, it’s not difficult with the way you buck and pull him closer as he adds a second finger, beginning to stretch you out and pump now.

Giyuu curls his fingers, watching it light you up as you cry out, pretty cunt grinding down and trying to seek even more friction as you tremble and moan.

He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t boost his ego.

It’s when a third finger begins to squeeze into your snug walls that you jerk back, his hand wrapped around your thigh and anchoring your hip keeping you from going anywhere though.

He pauses his movements as you pant, looking at your scrunched features as you adjust to the tiny sting.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises, slowly sinking three of his thick calloused fingers inside of you, “so lovely and all mine, aren’t you?” His voice has dropped an octave as he lazily pumps his digits, soaked by your arousal and sliding in easier and easier as you relax.

Only when your brows unfurl does he smirk and kiss your inner thigh, sticking his tongue out and dragging it against your skin back to the little bundle of nerves.

The feeling of being so full and his tongue just softly tracing over your clit sends you over the edge.

“I-I’m—hah,” your head falls back as the first wave washes over you, gentle but building. The wet squelching of Giyuu still licking and fucking his fingers into you getting louder, as you realize with a shaky inhale that he’s not stopping.

“Giyuu…!” He tightens his grip, brows furrowing as you break his concentration, intent on absolutely devouring you. You might’ve came but he’s not done with your swollen bud or leaking slit, his fingers leaving your entrance in favor of wiggling the powerful muscle in his mouth inside you. Your core spams around it, cries growing as you nearly rip strands of his hair out in your desperation for relief from his mouth. You can’t break his grip on you, the next orgasm striking you like a slap as you cum.

“Mhn—!” Your burning eyes finally blur as tears spill, the ache inside you releasing as pleasure clouds your mind into oblivion.

Giyuu only stops when your shaking subsides, lessening his ministrations as you come down from your second high.

He doesn’t realize it’s him shaking until your muscles go lax and limp in his hold, his hands trembling with restraint as he drags himself back up to look down at your blissed out face.

It’s so cute it nearly enrages him, his hands quickly taking off his haori and uniform, yanking at fabric aggressively as he tries to free his painfully hard cock from the confines of his clothes.

You’re still catching your breath, blinking your blurry vision away only to see Giyuu’s naked torso draping over you as he unties your belt and fully opens your yukata.

Your eyes have fully adjusted now, able to clearly see his toned pale skin on display. Scars littered his pretty skin, hard planes of muscle a testament to his devotion as a slayer, but his steely gaze isn’t cool like the water breathing he uses. Those dark blue pools are boiling as he looks at your soft nude figure, hands quick to grasp your hips and slide up to your chest.

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this…” his solemn and possessive tone have goosebumps erupting on your skin. The feel of his hands are rough as they trail and dance across your breasts, two fingers coming together to pinch harshly at your nipple, pulling a huffed squeak from your lips as you pout up at him.

He smiles at you.

Not a half smirk or tiny twitch of his lip, but a warm smile filled with adoration, and it leaves you vulnerable for his next attack.

He plants one forearm just above your head, leaning close for a searing slow kiss that was downright filthy in how he lewdly moaned into your mouth. The deep sound reverberating into you as you melt further beneath him.

You’re distracted, boneless legs easily pried further open for his hips as he slides closer to you, his free hand letting the reddened soft tip of his cock brush through your soaked lower lips.

You jolt at the sensation, the heat of his body taking you by surprise, but his mouth follows when you pull back, biting down on your lower lip and licking the sting away when you whine.

Then you feel pressure, at first odd but not painful. Giyuu huffs against your mouth as your walls crush the tip of his cock as he pushes in.

“Relax for me, let me in,” he’s fighting hard not to just shove entirely inside you in one thrust. Your warm and soft body leaving his head muddled as he pulls out, before pushing in again, working himself deeper inch by inch.

Your clammy palms find his biceps, fingers digging into the hard muscle as you try to obey and relax for him, but you can’t help when you clamp down with the feeling of being invaded by his burning rod continually shoving into you. He wasn’t outright painfully thick, but his length far surpassed his fingers as his cock pushed your limits before he was fully seated inside, tip pushing up your cervix to fit completely while your legs trembled and tensed around him.

“Y/N,” you didn’t mean to close your eyes, just consumed with concentrating on getting used to him, when a large palm cupped your cheek and encouraged you to look up. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, flushed and heaving for breath just from feeling you squeeze around him, brows taunt as he gazes at you with those softening eyes.

“Am I hurting you?” You shake your head, because it didn’t hurt, he was just stretching you out so much it was leaving you reeling.

He seemed to understand as he chuckles, kissing your temple as his hips slowly drag out of you, each vein on his cock rubbing in his exit. Your nails bite deeper into his skin, your exhale of breath sharp before he shifted and nudged a new spot that made you moan.

“There?” He’s not actually asking you. Not when he sinks back in, watching your every expression while gauging where that spot was.

He brushes it with his tip, the spongey area making you clench and slacken in the same moment, toes curling as the thickness inside seems almost unbearable before feeling so good your own hips rock up to meet his thrust.

“You’re so tight,” his hair has come loose from the ponytail he keeps it in, thick strands tickling your collarbone where they drop, his shoulder muscles taunt with pent up energy as he begins a steady pace inside of you, letting your slick glide him into your narrow hole. His eyes flicking up and drinking in the almost drunk expression on your pretty face, adoring how you both seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

“G-Giyuu,” your panting little moans are speeding up with his thrusts, the room becoming sweltering as your bodies collide, his groin coming flush against your ass with each loud smack of his balls. His hand tangles in the blanket below, gripping the fabric as he concentrates on not filling you up carelessly. His free hand moves up your hip where he’d been holding you, brushing over your sensitive nipples teasingly before gently wrapping around your throat.

One of your hands wrap around his wrist, cautious and curious of why he was holding you like this, but not fighting when he lightly squeezes the sides of your throat.

“Oh,” you moan, voice a little hoarse and softer than usual as you feel your head go light and airy while the intense pleasure inside of you spikes. His cock spearing and bullying your insides as he groans, your pussy only becoming tighter as he restricts your blood flow lightly, watching your fucked out face in fascination. His own isn’t any better but you’re not paying attention, only caring about the bubble expanding inside your belly again, his cock threatening to pop it at any second, his lower half soaked in your slick as it slides down your ass and onto the futon.

“Are you going to cum for me?” His expression is nearly pained as he restraints himself, smirking as you senselessly babble something incoherent but your nails scrape sharply over his skin and help clear his mind. He shifts even closer, forcing himself to hunch over you while he releases your throat and grips under your knees.

You cry out as he lifts your legs up, pressing your knees almost to your collarbone while he drills your cunt, his feet digging into the futon below as he has you in a mating press. His nose nearly brushes yours, so close but far as he grunts and slams into you, the new angle increasing the tightness, your walls milking him while he fucks you stupid.

“Fuck—m’gonna cum, Giyuu!” Your eyes roll back, insides clamping down and seizing around him while you gush, cream forming around the base of his cock while he pants, teeth grit while he focuses on drawing out your release as long as he can. “N-no more, please!” You nearly wail as his cock overstimulates you, still brushing against that spot inside that has you seeing white.

He takes mercy this time, pulling out so quickly your hole is left gaping for a moment as he sits back and grips his cock and works himself fiercely over you, grunting and biting down on his lip while his balls draw up tight and he shoots ropes of hot cum over your dripping pussy and lower belly. Using his tip to smear it over your swollen lips as he groans.

You watch quietly, body still thrumming with euphoria from your orgasm as Giyuu finishes too, looking ruined as he finishes on you before nearly collapsing too.

He lets himself fall to his side, one arm reaching out and dragging you against him despite both your sweaty figures. He holds you tightly while you both calm, your heartbeat slowing as exhaustion takes hold and your eyes droop.

As a Hashira, he’s quick to recover, and while he could certainly stand to take you two or three more times, he instead relishes in the feel of holding you against him so intimately.

You’re asleep in minutes, breathing even as you doze against his chest.

He closes his eyes, letting his forehead drop against the crown of your head, whispering quietly what you fell asleep too quickly to hear.

“I love you too…” he’ll say it again when you wake.

“Thank you,” Kyojuro looks up from the training dummy he’d just destroyed, gaze landing with surprise on the water Hashira standing awkwardly before him, not looking at him.

Giyuu stood with his arms crossed staring off into the distance, reminding Kyojuro of an old man with the sort of serene gaze only the elderly possessed.

“Ah! You’re welcome haha! You took my advice?” His bright eyes widened, quite shocked in truth.

Giyuu merely nodded, turning to walk away having said his gratitude now.

Kyojuro didn’t stop him, still amazed his half-assed terrible advice had actually worked. Unlike his younger brother who was quite beloved and well known by the corps, Kyojuro could care less about Giyuu’s emotional constipation.

He’d told him to stop being a coward and act like a man.

You never did find out that Giyuu’s “night crawling” act was in fact just his strange way of coming to tell you his feelings before he could talk himself out of it and lose you to another.

Your kiss just initiated what he’d been holding back. ♡

Giyuu’s face whenever he sees that other slayer who tried to ask you out.

Post dividers/ @saradika

[kokushiboublackgf]

Home at Last

Warnings & Notes: Smut, MDNI, AFAB reader, wrote this while high off an edible lol.

Michikatsu sighs tiredly as he steps into the estate with his dirty uniform paying no mind to the servants that bow as he walks past them or ask if he wants to be treated to a bath. He makes his way to his wife’s room and sees you reading. You look up at him with a small look of surprise at this face because you hadn’t expected him to come home earlier than expected and his dirty and bloody uniform would be something you would never get used to.

As he starts taking off his uniform and revealing his perfect muscled body your breath hitches. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him naked, you’ll never get used to his sculpted body. He turns to look at you as he starts untying his hakama pants.

“Strip” he says lowly. Your eyes widen a bit and you blink before you smirk. Michikatusu likes to do four things when he comes home from a mission, and those are fucking you, bathing, eating and then sleeping. You suspect that the stress of being a former samurai and current hashira, as well as the time spent away from you during these missions causes his lust to go through the roof.

You start taking your kimono off and crawl over to the futon, shaking your hips side to side, excited for what’s to come next. He wastes no time pushing you further into the futon so that your upper body rests on the sheets, while he holds your lower half of the body up by your waist. He presses his nose into your pussy and breathes in your scent. You gasp and giggle.

Dragging his nose up and down your pussy he spreads your ass cheeks apart to gain more access. When he starts licking and sucking you feel yourself squirming and moaning. The more you moan the more pressure he starts to apply to that area.

“Please let me have more” you whisper breathily. You’re rewarded with a slap on your ass cheek which makes you squeak.

“Be patient” he grumbles as he rubs his fingers across your slit and toys with your clit. He then starts fingering you softly which makes you moan and move your hips further onto his fingers, to feel more of it. When he moves his finger away you whine.

“Stop your whining you’ll get what you want dear” he says with a smirk on his face while he strokes himself with some of your juices and his pre-cum. Pressing himself closer to your back, he leans to your ear and bites your earlobe softly.

“Are you ready? You have no idea how much I’ve missed you my dear wife” he mumbles into your ear. You hum and move your head to the side to press a needy kiss to his lips. When he moves away he rubs the head of his cock against your slit and little by little presses it into your hole before easing in with a deep groan. You grip the sheet and curse.

Michikatsu starts moving his hips back and forth while gripping your hips. The feeling of him deep in you makes your eyes lidded and has you letting out whines and soft moans. Despite how full you feel, you still feel like you need more. As Michikatsu moves his hips back and forth, you move your hips back to match his speed and movement. Soon enough the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moans coming from the both of you.

You can feel yourself reaching a climax and the feeling of your body reaching its orgasmic heights, and Michikatsu’s cock still moving within you has you letting out a blissful cry while gripping the sheets. Michikatsu grips your hips tighter and curses when he feels you tighten around him and orgasm and soon enough he’s spilling into you.

He sighs and breathes deeply in and out before he slowly pulls out of you. Sitting on his knees he helps you turn over on his back softly and massages your legs. He spreads them apart and licks your cunt softly, not minding the combination of both of your fluids being on his tongue. You softly push his head away with a small laugh.

“Hey now that’s enough” you chuckle tiredly. He lays on top of you softly and kisses your lips passionately before giving you a soft kiss.

“I’ve missed you a lot” he mumbles into your hair. You hum and wrap your arms around him, savoring the feeling of your naked and sweaty bodies pressed against each other. It’s true that his status as a hashira means that he’s away a lot and for long periods too. So any time he returns home is time meant to be spent with one another.

“Missed you too” you reply while running your hands through his long black hair. “Why don’t we relax a bit and then do another round? You have it in you right?”

He chuckles before pulling away and placing his arms next to your head, smirking at you.

“Of course I do.”

[nyctoaerah]

⋆♱⋆THINKING ABOUT...

Warnings: Yandere behaviors, gore, delusional!sanemi, nemi is utterly smitten, explicit smut, oral (m + f receiving), death, MDNI.

Pairings: Yandere!Reversed Isekai’d! Sanemi x F!reader

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 got reversed isekai’d on your world due to a blood demon art of a random demon, and he ended up being on a mental asylum because they thought that he was crazy, ‘cause he’s babblin’ about demons and shit, while the other reason that he was on the mental asylum was because he was constantly harassing random people, demanding that they tell him where he was and why the fuck the streets and buildings looks different, not knowing that he’s not in his real world where demons actually existed.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 eventually found himself strapped into a straightjacket in a room because he was just too much of a wild card — violent and strong enough that the capture team couldn’t actually lay a finger on him. They had to resort to using a tranquilizer, and let me tell you, it was like trying to hit a bullseye on a moving target—his dodging skills and reflexes were nothing short of insane.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 shot you a death glare the moment he laid eyes on you, as if he was ready to unleash a tirade demanding his freedom and insisting that he wasn’t insane — if only that pesky gag hadn’t been in the way. They had to inject him full of sedative drugs just to get the gag off without him screaming at you like a banshee. But once the meds kicked in, he suddenly seemed to appreciate your finer features and actually thought you were cute—though to be fair, that could just be the drugs talking.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 was just staring at you, as if Cupid himself had taken a wrong turn and accidentally shot him right in the heart. The instant they yanked that gag off him, his mouth hung open like a goldfish, and his eyes were stretched wide. Because what the fuck, why the hell are you so gorgeous? Now he randomly and suddenly felt the urge to be shy, because what the fuck was he thinking on wanting to scream at such a pretty girl?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 was blushing like a ripe tomato the whole time he was talking to you, your voice was like a sultry serenade that could charm a grumpy cat and had a calming effect on his frenzied mind, and the way you carried yourself with the grace of a swan? Yeah, good luck getting that guy to focus on anything other than the fact that he’s already head over heels even though he just met you

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 gets addicted by your presence, you were just so sweet and kind to him, unlike the other staff who would look at him in disgust and think of him as someone insane. He loves the way that you actually talk to him like he was an actual human being, and not some brute animal.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 blushes whenever you would bring him food — the food in the asylum was too bland after all, though, he never really tasted these foods back then, he still ate them, and he trusted you enough to know that you won’t poison him.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 loves the fact that you have to hand-feed him, because he’s wearing the straightjacket, and as much as it annoys him, it has its own perks! You were his caretaker and his psychologist, so you would have to do stuff for him, like brush his hair, and feed him.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 is absolutely very delusional. After all, why would you take care of him and look at him that way when you don’t like him? Surely you’re just giving him signs that you like him back, right, right, right?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 tried his best to not hug you the moment he was freed from his straightjacket because you deemed him to be not that violent anymore — though, he was a bit disappointed because he has to do things by himself now.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 would often ask you questions about yourself, and take note of them — he would watch you yap and he would memorize every words that you said — that’s just how much of a simp he is.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 is a curious little creature, examining every single item you owned as if he were an art critic at a museum. Your phone and laptop, your earbuds — he treated them like rare archaeological finds, and the moment that you snapped a picture of the two of you, his instincts kicked in — He smashed your phone in the ground, because In his mind, it was a moment of sheer panic because apparently, you both had been duplicated and he was now facing his doppelgänger — and he thought that it was a blood demon art too.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 was sulking the moment that you started scolding him for what he did, but he just can’t help it, sanemi was worried that it might be a blood demon art!! He wants to keep his pretty lil psychologist safe after all. He tried to make it up to you by being a good lil patient, and somehow, someway, he ended up managing to get into your pants — tellin’ you that he could just make it up to you by pleasing you.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 found himself on his knees and in between your legs, hands grasping your hips, while his tongue laps at your dripping cunt, his skilled tongue circling your clit while his long fingers sink deep inside you. He hits all your sweet spots—you're certain he's some kind of cunt whisperer.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 loves the feeling of your praises as your soft lips wrap around his cock. The way that you look up at him throughогut, those desperate, adoring eyes, sending shivers down his spine and making his breath catch in his throat. He loves the way that your warm, wet mouth slides up and down his length — the sensation is so damnnnn good, he could almost cum just from that alone, not to mention, he has a real bad praise kink, want him to cum fast? Just give him some praises and tell him that he’s a good boy.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 thought that you two had something special, because of the usual ‘hooking up’ thingy, and he actually started to like bein’ in the asylum, so he started to assume that you two might be together, after all, why are you fucking him when you’re not even together? Surely you two must be together after all that session, right?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 started to get violent thoughts whenever he would see you talking to other people. Why the fuck are you talking to them? Aren’t you supposed to be talking to him only? Your focus must be on him at all time, you’re his psychologist and not theirs after all.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 founds himself increasingly anxious the moment that you stopped going to the asylum to do your daily meetings. Where the fuck did you go? Did you ditched him? And left him?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 broke out of the asylum and ended up killing a lot of people with his bare hands, demanding that they tell you where you are.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ended up massacring the whole asylum, the guards? Yeah, he easily managed to overpower them, he is the wind hashira after all. He ended up knowing where you live when he was threatening a nurse before killing her off, because why did the nurse knew where you live? Surely, she must’ve been inlove with you, right? Yeah, he is totally delusional for his own good.

You sat in the dim light of the kitchen, your chair creaking softly beneath you as you leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, eyes fixated on the scattered notes that sprawled across the surface like fallen leaves after a storm. Each piece of paper held fragments of thoughts, scribbled words that felt like puzzle pieces yet to fit together.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that Sanemi was telling the truth—or at least his version of it. His words had a narrative so intricate, so unsettlingly detailed, that doubt began to gnaw at the edges of your sanity. The way he spoke about demons, with intense fervor and a wild look in his eyes, left you questioning stuff.

You sighed heavily, your fingers threading through your hair, tugging gently as if trying to pull the chaotic thoughts from your mind. How could someone be so unwaveringly serious about something as fantastical as demons? The notion seemed ludicrous, yet the fire in his glare spoke volumes about his conviction

Just as you were lost in the morass of thoughts, the tranquility of the moment shattered like glass. A loud crash reverberated through the air, a violent jolt that made your heart race and your breath hitch in your throat.

“Not now, please, not now.. damn it...” you murmured under your breath, a chill creeping up your spine as instinct took over.

Was it a thief?

Was someone trying to invade your house? Anxiety tightened its grip around your chest, making it hard to think. Your brows knitted together in a tight frown, and without a second thought, you rose from your seat, ready to call the police.

But as you took a step toward the hallway, the kitchen door burst open with an ear-shattering crash, splintering the wood like it was nothing more than a brittle cookie.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared at the figure lurching into view, amplifying the dread spiraling through your chest. Your heart thumped in your ears, each beat resounding like a warning drum as a chill swept through you, coiling cold fingers around your spine.

“Are you trying to fucking abandon me?” The voice was low, gravelly, sounding like it had scraped against something sharp. Sanemi stepped into the light, his fierce glare locking in your figure, and your eyes widened at the sight of him. He was a mess, blood splattered across his face, glistening under the dim glow of the flickering lanterns.

“Wh-what the—” Your words stumbled out, a jumbled array of shock and confusion that barely formed a coherent thought. Fear settled like a stone in the pit of your stomach, the memories flooding back — taunts and warnings from those who spoke of Sanemi, of how he’d beaten people up and how insane he truly was. You swallowed hard, battling the urge to recoil.

What the fuck was he doing here

no, no how the hell did he even managed to find out where you live?

How the hell did he escaped?

“Sanemi— what the hell—” Panic twisted your tongue, and you could barely manage to piece together a sentence. His presence enveloped you, a storm threatening to sweep you away. You felt the pulse of fear course through your veins, leaving you tongue-tied

“What did you think you were doing, huh?” he demanded, stepping closer, the intensity of his gaze sharpening into something almost accusatory. “Leaving me behind like that? You really think you could just walk away? It doesn’t work that way.”

“You promised me that you’ll stay until you managed to prove that i’m not schizophrenic.” He continued,

“Doc, i think i’m really schizophrenic, you still have to prove that i’m not.”

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃

𝐀/𝐍: chat, watch me make this bullshit a whole ass book on Wattpad after i finish on doing limerence. ugh i’m so feral for soft!nemiii, he’s just so fucking hot aghhh, i should be focusing on my books n not be makin smuts for nemi💀💀💀

[barbies1shots]

☆ size kink, overstim

just thinking ab (ur fav) bending you over a surface. a desk, a counter, a dresser, anything. just the way his bigger frame covers yours so beautifully that its enthralling. your just so small compared to him. it just turns him on. the weeks of effort put into building up his strength, bulking, and eating great portions just to achieve this look, big and burly.

he has your arms pinned and secured behind your back. his bigger thighs caging yours in, so you dont fall down his dick while hes fucking you stupid. the edge of the surface digging into your skin sweetly as every thrust has your body trembling and lunging forward.

your slick just drips down your thighs, the occasional drip falling onto the floor where your toes dont even meet the floor. his grunts and moans all but filling the air, your pitiful moans long gone as you've been at it for hours? you begged so prettily for him to fuck you that you just didnt expect him to have the stamina of a mammoth.

your eyes stayed permanently in the back of your head as you just sobbed on his dick, your moth open and drooling all over the place. the way his blunt, fat tip smashes itself into your g-spot, has your choking on your breath and practically running from his unforgiving hips. even the way he doesnt go fully in because it'd all be too much for you, 3/4ths of the way, and there is a belly bulge hes pressing down into.

you said you could take anything he throws your way, but now youre begging for him to ease up, to give you a break, he just tuts and tightens his grip on your wrists before knocking the air out your delicate body instead. aww..

you cant even do anything since you arent even on stable ground, held up by his thighs and arms. you cant run from the dick, you cant try and tap out, you cant look sweetly into his eyes to slow down, especially in this position.

all you can do is hang and cry off his dick while he jackhammers into your sweet, little cunt.

(thought of my man throughout this)

@aizawasbarb

[sandwitchstories]

Fools Rush In

Hello and welcome once again to story hour featuring, you guess it, more filthy Rengoku brain rot!

(I can't help it, he just makes me feel things. lol)

This was supposed to be pure smut but then it caught feelings at the end. Damn stories have a mind of their own!

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Summary: Angry and frustrated by a bad day and dealing with his alcoholic father, Kyojuro goes for a drive to clear his mind. He winds up at your house and in your arms, where he belongs. CW: Smut, MDNI. AFAB reader, AFAB terms used to describe reader's sexy areas, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex

Kyojuro Rengoku was not  in a good mood. Shinazguawa had pressed every single one of his buttons today. His history students had been more unruly than usual. And he had come home to have yet another evening of arguments with his alcoholic father. 

Once Senjuro had gone to bed, Kyojuro had left. He got into his car and just drove. He didn’t even really think about a destination but he was not exactly surprised when his autopilot mode led him straight to your door.

He was out of the car and knocking on your door without even caring what time of night it was. He knew you would be home. It was a weeknight, you never went out on weeknights unless it was for dinner with him or with one of your families.

You opened the door in a bathrobe, having just got out of the bath. He was on you before the door could be shut. He used his foot to close it behind him as he pulled you into his arms, his mouth descending on yours, tongue pushing past your lips and dominating the kiss as he fumbled behind him for the lock. 

You had no idea what had gotten into him, but you didn’t mind at all. You buried your fingers in his hair, kissing him back. You moaned as he pressed you against the wall. His mouth left yours to move hungrily to your neck, hands damn near ripping open your robe (that you were suddenly glad had only been tied loosely).

“You good baby?” you asked, biting your lip and tilting your head back to give him more access.

“Bad day,” he said between sucks and nips of your skin. He lifted his head to meet your gaze. The fire in his eyes burned hotter than ever before. “I do not wish to speak about it right now. I only wish to lose myself in you.”

“‘I’ve got you, baby, always,” you answered, pulling his head to yours. “Take what you need, it’s yours.”

He growled as he kissed you passionately, before pulling back to rip his shirt off over his head. Your hands were already at his pants, undoing the button and zipper to slide your hand inside and cup his hard cock. 

“Fuck,” he swore as you began to stroke him as he worked his pants down before kicking them off. 

You began to drop to your knees, wanting to feel him and taste him in your mouth but he grabbed your arms and stopped you, pulling you closer, your nude bodies pressed together. He gave you a small smirk, “I believe your words were to take what I need?”

You nodded, feeling yourself getting even more wet. He turned you around and bent you over the back of your couch before moving behind you. He pushed one of your legs up so that your knee rested near your body on the top of the couch. You moaned as you felt his fingers sliding back and forth in your slick before dipping inside, testing the waters.

He dragged the head of his cock back and forth before positioning it at your opening and pressing in. He leaned over you, kissing up your back as you moaned. He felt so good, you were so full, stretched, his cock so deep. 

“Tell me when you’re good,” he said, mouthing your neck. “Because we are not starting slow today, my love. I need this too bad, I need you too bad.”

You whimpered with pleasure as you felt his teeth on your skin. His hands moved, one on the back thigh of the lifted leg, bracing it and holding it in place. The other hand buried in your hair, pulling your hair back just hard enough to tilt your head so he could kiss you. 

He broke the kiss and looked down at you. Your lids were already heavy, eyes glossy, fuck you already looked cock drunk and he hadn’t even started to move.  

You lifted your head and kissed him again. “When.”

Kyojuro kissed you messy, passionately before pulling back and moving the hand in your hair down to your hip to hold you in place. He licked his lips as he looked at where you were joined, deciding to do a couple of slow thrusts, just enjoying watching the way your pussy took him. One. Two. 

The tightening of his fingers in their holds was the only warning you got before he was fucking into you hard and fast. His fingers were going to leave bruises on your skin, but he would kiss every one and worship you like a goddess later. Right now, he just needed to get lost in your sweet, sloppy cunt.

You clutched at the couch cushions, trying to sink your nails into the fabric, trying to find something to anchor yourself on as filthy noises fell from your lips, so vulgar sounding you hardly believed they were coming from you. His hips were snapping forward, his balls smacking into you with each thrust. 

His hand moved from your thigh inward to start rubbing circles on your clit. He moved his hips around until you cried out his name when he hit that perfect spot. He grinned behind you. His other hand moved to be buried in your hair, pulling your head up in a firm grip. “I want to hear you, baby. Let me hear you.”

You wailed his name as your orgasm slammed into you, covering his groin and balls in your honey, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. The sight of you like that… the sounds you were making… the squelches coming from your perfect pussy… that perfect fucking cunt of yours with your soft hot walls contracting, fluttering and pulsing on his cock sent him over the edge. 

Your mouth fell open and wordless sounds escaped your throat as he pounded into you even harder through your orgasm as lightning coursed through your veins and pleasure filled your being. His strokes were no longer in any type of rhythm, but all were equally deep. Filling you so perfectly as only he ever had. His fingers were still working at your sensitive clit.

“Cum for me, one more time, cum for me,” he said through gritted teeth. 

It took only another few swipes of his thumb to have you falling apart for him again, fireworks exploding behind your eyes as your pussy throbbed and gushed around him. You were a whimpering, sweaty mess.

“That’s it, that’s it! Take me with you, love, take me with you,” his hands were both on your waist as he pulled you back onto his cock over and over until his orgasm hit. He moaned your name, moving his hips as he filled you with his cum. 

He slumped over you, resting his sweaty forehead against your equally wet skin. He gave you several gentle kisses on your shoulder before he released your leg and pulled out of you, watching the mixtures of juices drip slowly out of your well used hole. 

“Stay like that, I’ll get you a towel love,” he says gently.

“That won’t be an issue,” you answered into the couch cushion you were currently slumped over. 

He returned, cleaning you gently with a warm cloth before helping you stand. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you gently. “You okay? Was I too rough?”

You smiled up at him, sleepy from your work out. “I’m good, Kyo You were fine, perfect, as always, I promise.”

He chuckled at how well sated you looked. “Bed time?”

“Oh yeah,” you laughed, trying to step back but your noodle legs almost gave out. A chuckle escaped your lips as he picked you up bridal style and walked towards your bedroom, both of you still naked. 

You’d find your guy's clothes in the morning before you went to work. All you wanted was to lay in bed with Kyojuro and soak in his warmth. 

You smiled as he set you down on the edge of the bed before pulling down the covers and moving you up on the bed. He moved to the other side, covering you both with the blanket and scooting in closer to you, pulling you into his arms.

You turned towards him, smiling when he did the same, one arm under his head the other wrapped around your waist pulling you against him. You cupped his face and gave him several gentle kisses. “Feel better?”

“Truthfully, I did the minute I saw you. But yes, the amazing sex definitely helped.”

You giggled at his bluntness. “You wanna talk about it?”

He sighed, rolling onto his back. “Just a rough day, Y/N. Nothing to be worried about. Shinazugawa as in a horrible mood today, more so than usual. And my students were… more restless than usual. Every single class at that.”

“A Full moon must be coming soon.”

“How do you figure that?” he arched a prominent eyebrow at you.

“Easy, the hormonal teenagers are going crazy, their true demonic forms beginning to take over.”

“And Shinazugawa?”

“Oh. On full moons I just assumed he turned into a wolfman.”

Kyojuryo couldn’t hold back the laugh, kissing your head as you moved to rest your chin on his chest.

“But neither of those things would put you in that… stressed of a mood,” you prodded. 

“The fights with my father are becoming more frequent and tonight he was on a tear.”

“Werewolf?”

“I think it’s more the Sake but we’ll definitely investigate the back yard for strange prints when we return,” he shook his head, knowing you were only trying to lighten the mood.

“Maybe… it’s time you moved in, Kyojuro.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“You know what we just did out there in the living room?” you asked.

He gave you an incredulous look, “It is rather difficult to forget that, especially that quickly, love.”

You leaned in to nip his ear lobe. “We can do that… every… single… day… if you move in. Not just on bad days either.”

“My love,” he said, wrapping arms around you and rolling you onto your back so he rested between your legs, leaning over you. “If we could do that every single day, I do not think there could possibly be such a thing as a bad day.”

“So… still thinking about it?” you asked, running fingers through his hair.

He gave you a mischievous smirk as he leaned down and kissed you, pressing his groin against you, showing you his interest was already peaking again. The man had been blessed with stamina, there was no denying that. “I may need a little more convincing, my lady.”

You grinned up at him, trailing your eyes and your fingers down his neck, over his shoulders, and down his muscular upper body. Your exhaustion suddenly dissipating as renewed interest pulsed between your thighs. “I would be happy to assist.”

“Good,” he said, leaning down to capture your lips again. 

He knew damn well he had made up his mind, but he would never turn down a chance for another round in pound town with you. He was many things but he was not a fool. Except for when it came to you. 

Your lips met once again in a much slower, more sensual kiss and in the back of his mind he heard the melody from that old American 1960’s song by Elvis.

Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can't help falling in love with you

[k0yaz]

Hi K0yaz♥️ Love your writing so much!

May I request Dom! Shinobu x a fem! reader? Shinobu just taming an adorable brat by sitting on her face or something else with that soft smile on her lips while she tells them she’s got something that noisy mouth can do that’s useful (*≧∀≦*)

Please don’t feel pressured to write this or anything, I understand it’s a busy part of the year starting up soon. I’m drowning a bit too lol

Stay well and healthy!★彡 XOXO

disobedient brat.

Pairing(s): shinobu kocho x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, brat taming, face sitting, afab reader, cunnilingus, dom!shinobu, cum swallowing, slight tit fondling, tongue riding, idk if this is even a warning but lots of thigh mention ig?? (Put this one for shits n giggles please-)

A/N: I promise that I’ll try to write a bit longer next time but I hope you don’t mind a slighter shorter fic! I’m glad you understand how busy it’s getting this year, and I appreciate it <33

Strained gasps left your lips as your fingers dug into the sides of Shinobu’s thighs, keeping them spread apart as your tongue flattened against her sopping cunt. You growled under your breath slightly, only for it to be replaced by a moan when Shinobu pressed herself back down onto your tongue, a soft but assertive gasp escaping her feverish lips as she smiles down at your arrogant expression.

“My, look at you.” She whispered, her smile still kept on her lips as her hips rolled up and down your face, her need for friction becoming evident. Her gaze trailed down to your face between her grinding, her fingers tightening into your scalp as you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You roughly dug your fingers back into her thighs as you pulled her back down, your tongue making its way back into Shinobu’s pulsing hole.

The persistent, bratty expression remained plastered to your face as you continued to feel her spongy walls tighten around your tongue as she bucked her hips back and forth. Moans spilled out of both of your lips as Shinobu pressed herself up against you as best she could, her fingers slipping under the collar of your shirt as she unbuttoned the delicate fabric roughly.

The erotic movements of her body continued as you shook beneath her, fingers digging into her thighs as you jerked your head away, albeit in an aggressive manner.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now there’s no way I’m doing any more- hmph-!”

You were cut off by Shinobu’s lips slammed against yours, hands tightening around your half buttoned shirt’s collar. Her tongue traced the lining of your mouth, teeth pulling down onto your bottom lip roughly, as the kiss grew more heated with her exploring your mouth. Breathy whines and whimpers escaped your lips as you gasped for air while gripping onto her small frame. She guided you back onto the mattress, before pulling away and gasping, as her purple eyes pierced into yours. Her index finger and thumb slipped beneath your chin, tilting it up slightly so you can meet her gaze. Fuck, even though she was so short, it didn’t seem like it in this moment.

“Y/N, who said we were done, you brat.” She purred. Despite her harsh wording, her voice remained soft spoken and calm. Her lips ghosted your exposed neck as you felt her warm breath run up and down your skin, sending goosebumps across your body. Her palm pressed against your bare chest as her fingertips toyed with the straps of your bra, dragging it out with her fingers, then letting go and slap back onto your skin, causing you to yelp slightly.

You felt her soft thighs rest on either side of your own as she pushed you down onto the bed, your back flat against the mattress below you with Shinobu straddling your lap. She leaned down, placing a surprisingly chaste kiss onto the end of your cheek below your ear, before pressing her plump lips onto the shell of your ear.

“Since you like to be such a disobedient brat, why don’t you do something useful with that noisy mouth of yours~?” She breathed out, leaving your eyes wide and your bottom lip trembling slightly as her face drifted closer and closer to your lips.

Shinobu finally closed the distance when her lips slammed onto yours, allowing you to savor her taste for a bit longer as your hand tangled through her hair, and your tongue glided along hers, swiping it against her bottom lip in an almost desperate manner.

She pulled away suddenly, leaving your slick coated lips feeling lonely, causing you to whine slightly.

“Don’t worry, your lips won’t be so lonely after your tongue is mine.”

Without hesitation, she slammed you back down onto the mattress, her fingers curled around your wrists tightly as she buried them deeper into the plush of the mattress. Shinobu almost immediately took her place above your face, as she descended down onto your mouth and moaned out slightly. Her fingers trailed down to your shoulders, rubbing them slightly before digging her fingers into your shoulders, her soft thighs now straddling your head as she began rocking back and forth against your rough lips.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, the feeling of her clit bumping your nose over and over, while her drooling pussy was right there—just right there for you to taste with just one flick of your tongue. Your thighs pressed together at the thought of her taste once again, the damp spot in your underwear growing wetter as you wanted to taste her now.

It wasn’t just an order this time, you simply wanted it.

You immediately pulled her down by her thighs onto your mouth, making her yelp slightly. You stuck out your deprived tongue, rolling it against her slit as you continued lapping at her juices hungrily. Your tongue ran up and down her cunt, collecting her slick onto your lips as if it was some sort of love nectar you craved.

Although you couldn’t see her face, you could tell that Shinobu was wearing that signature smile of hers, even through breathy moans and gasps every time your tongue made contact with her hot clit. All you could make out was groans and whines of the phrase, “Fuck baby, you’re doing so well..” as your tongue continues to circle her smooth bud.

Her slick served as the perfect lubricant for your tongue to make its way into her entrance, licking at her heated core roughly. Shinobu moaned out in a high pitched voice at your tongue entering her throbbing pussy. Her walls twitched and pulsed around your tongue, as you smiled against her drooling cunt. Your tongue continued to explore inside her, pressing and licking the soft and spongy texture of her inner walls closing in and tightening around your tongue.

All of a sudden, Shinobu’s movements quickened as she grinded herself against your tongue, hips rolling up and down your lips quickly, and her fingers planted firmly into your shoulders. The squelching of her cunt was all that resonated in your ears as the erotic actions overtook both of your bodies. You also continued to meet her movements, occasionally kissing her clit as you continued moving and thrusting your tongue into her, no matter how badly your lip muscles ached.

Shinobu’s hips suddenly jerked, pushing forward into one long, but quick motion as she pressed herself onto your tongue, allowing it to go as deep as it possibly could into her. Before long, her cum spilled down onto your lips, slightly trickling down from her pussy onto the corners of your lips as you swallowed her creamy liquid without hesitation. You pulled Shinobu off of you gently, hoisting her up by her thighs off of your face before wiping your climaxed lips with your unbuttoned shirt.

When you allowed yourself up and off the bed, you suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap her fingers tightly around your inner collar, pulling you back down and shifting your positions once again even if she remained on top of you. A light pink blush dusted your cheeks as you looked up at her with widened eyes, opening your mouth to say something before Shinobu hushed you with a finger against your lips. Her hand moved to rest under your breast slightly, along with her freehand dipping down between your legs and into your heated core.

“Now, Y/N. Who said I was done with you~?”

A/N: BRO IM WRITING THIS NEXT TO MY MOM AT 2 AM PLEASE HELP-

Anyway this was actually so fun to write omg

[k0r3s-smu1]

Cmon guys request something 😭

[maibakugo]

~daintyfree on wattpad

~requests are open

~things I will do:

fluff

smut

angst

yandere stuff

x reader

character x reader

character x character

one shots

head cannons

and more!!

~things I will not do:

weird kinks and requests

~fandoms I will write for:

kny (mostly)

mha (mostly)

one piece

death note

chainsaw man

jjk

naruto

tbhk (unsure)

~hope y'all enjoy!!!

[mamayan]

15, 72, 77, 95 with Tengen and fem reader

❤️🫦❤️

Bang! … You’ve been shot!

Tengen Uzui

tw: NSFW • AI/Otome Troupe • Dubcon • Somnophilia • Oral (F!) • Fem! Reader • Overstimulation • Mild Edging • Slight Manipulation

wc: 2061

Your game is glitching.

Your eyes travel across the screen again, then back over to your phone where you check to see that the dialogue is clearly different.

Did you happen to get an Easter Egg version? There was no news of such a release though, and you’d done your research in depth before you’d even received this game.

You sat back on the couch, worrying your bottom lip as you contemplated your next action. You could sell it for a lot. These sort of quirks amongst the gaming community had high value, and this would surely fetch a good deal on auction. You should play it too though, enjoy the characters and the game thoroughly before you make your money back and then some.

The game gives you eight characters to play through, and in classic dating simulation style, they all have unique traits and characteristics. Your first character of choice was going to be a dark haired blue eyed male, his pretty image tempting, but the comedic dialogue of another prompted you to pick a different route.

Tengen Uzui, the muscular male who seemed to point directly through the screen at you with a grin saying “You’d make a flashy sight next to me!”

His route was deeper than you thought, and the game allowed for something entirely unexpected.

You could type out a response.

You were sure the algorithm was based on certain key words, it had to be.

So why did it send chills down your spine when Tengen offered you very specific comfort when you’d jokingly put “Not very good, my boss was very mean to me at work today,” when he’d asked how you were? His response was enough to make you pause and save, needing time to think over exactly what was going on.

“Your company works you too hard, if you were mine, I’d never allow for that non-flashy behavior to happen to you.”

It got stranger and more real as the days passed and you got deeper into the game. Eventually you’d tried to quit his route, but whenever you attempted to play another character, the game would glitch and send you back to the starting screen.

“This is weird…” you felt conflicted, some deeper instinct urging you to sell the game already and just buy a version which didn’t act so… alive.

“I’ll sell it,” you settled, about to remove the game cartridge when it turns on.

Tengen’s character is pointing at the screen, smile the same as the artists designed, but the text is menacing.

“Trying to run from me?”

You unplugged the entire system with the determination to stop whatever deranged prank the game coders were trying to pull with this, but once you cut power to the console, you realize in a daze the game is still on.

“What the…” his character is closer to the screen, more zoomed in on his charming smile and wink, fushia eyes staring straight through you.

Then text appears at the bottom, different than a text box as the banner pops up with a dooming music track.

“How in the hell—,” you don’t get to finish before the world around you goes dark.

—BAD END—

When you wake next, it’s to a strange pressure in your core.

Your head is spinning, bleary eyes staring up at a wooden ceiling as you try to recall when you’d stayed at someone else’s home.

Something noisy was distracting you as a numbness flowed through your body, tingles shooting up your spine. You were warm, almost too much as you awkwardly shifted and found something holding you down from below. It was like a bar around your thighs, as you lifted your foggy head to figure out the mystery.

The scream lodged in your throat, too unnerved and stunned to properly force anything besides a choked sob out.

A very large man was between your thighs, silvery hair loose and falling into sharp fuschia eyes looking directly at you—and a long trail of saliva connecting his tongue to your bare and spread pussy.

His lazy smirk is all too familiar but it was horrifying because it was flesh and blood, real.

Tengen Uzui was living and breathing.

“Awake, little gem?” His rhetorical question leaves you stammering for words, fumbling for an explanation you apparently wouldn’t be getting as he dives back into your messy cunt.

“Hah—!” Now awake to consciously process the pleasure, you realize he was the cause of the earlier numbness and sloppy noises.

Tengen chuckles into your heat, happy to leave you delirious and confused as he swirls his tongue around your puffy clit before sucking harshly, loving the sharp arch of your spine as you jerk in his hold. “Something wrong, gem? You still seem eager to get away, it’s kind of a pain…” He ignores your pathetic attempt to push his head away, easily overpowering you and forcing his tongue straight inside of you, wiggling the thick muscle around your gummy walls. He drinks down your slick while hearing you whine above, thighs shaking in threat of another release. He’d already made you cum once while you’d still been asleep, though he thinks you were much cuter when you were struggling less.

“Pl-please—!” Your whines were morphing into moans and whimpers, hands which were pushing him away were curling into his hair and tugging. His grin is saturated in your arousal as he eats you, tongue massaging and tearing you apart as your muscles lock and you cum.

You felt suffocated, overwhelmed as your body betrayed your mind, everything going blank as your body came apart for him and his aggressive touch.

He drinks you down, cleaning your slick up and nipping softly at your inner thighs as they shake around his head.

You looked adorable, trembling and gasping for air as he allowed you to gently float down from your high. The wide expanse of his palm splays over your lower belly, lightly resting the weight against you as he shifts and lays his upper body over you. You’re blanketed by his body, eyes looking up in a daze as you wonder if this is a dream. It has to be, this isn’t possible is it?

“Tengen…” his name sounds like heaven coming from your lips, his smile growing as he presses his lips against your mouth, slipping into your mouth and giving you a taste of your own release.

When he pulls away, you find how beautiful this man is in person, even without his jewelry and decorations he looks radiant in the dim light.

“Like what you see?” His eyes are sparkling, teasing as he brings his hand up your nude torso, dragging his calloused digits over your soft chest and up to your neck and jaw. “You’re so soft, quite the irony for how hard you tried to get rid of me.” His tone shifts, darkening as his hand increases the pressure on your cheeks and jaw, forcing your mouth open. Your widened and frightened gaze irritates him, his lips turning down as he leans closer, nipping your lower lip as he holds you down.

“You can’t run from me here.” He chuckles humorlessly, trailing his lips down as he releases your face, circling your neck instead as he slips a hand under your ass to lift and slot his hips between your thighs now. You realize now his yukata is open, and he’s nude beneath, his hardened cock resting heavy on your slit.

“Y-you aren’t real—,” it’s like you’re trying to convince yourself it truly is a terrible hallucination, “you’re a character not a p-person, this isn’t real,” his lips smash against yours, rough kiss distracting as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, soft tip threatening as his hips press forward.

You break the kiss in a gasp, eyes opened wide as your nails dig into his shoulders, pressing against him while he laughs for real now.

“Not real? Tell me if this feels real, gem, I’ve got all night to convince you in the flashiest way possible.” His eyes are blazing with passion, wicked gaze searing as he splits you open on his cock.

He didn’t stretch you beforehand, not at all as you grit your teeth and feel each inch fill you slowly. Tengen relishes the way your eyes water, pretty features twisting as he takes you for the first, but not the last, time.

“That’s it, gem. Does my cock feel real?” His hand drifts back down to your belly, pressing down as he bottoms out inside of you. You’re left breathless, gasping as the pressure increases when he applies outside force, your whimper swallowed as his lips cover your own again. The room begins to heat with you, perspiration dotting your brow as he rocks even deeper, pressing his tip up against your womb.

“Did you know? In most cultures, just the act of sex counts as a marital ritual, I can call you my wife like this.” His cocky smirk would be irritating if he wasn’t filling you up until you couldn’t think, head going fuzzy as he slowly adjusts you to his massive length.

His hand shifts even lower, confusion waring with the echoes of pleasure as he lightly brushes the little bead above your slit, your breath catching as your hands fly to his wrist. Tengen is faster, making a tut noise before using his free hand to gather up both your own and pin them above your head, his thrust becoming more forceful as he increases the pace.

“Tell me, gem, tell me how deep I am. You said you wanted to be my little wife didn’t you? I remember quite clearly.” The wet squelching of your cunt as he drives himself into you is nothing short of lewd, your moans hiccup as you struggle against the restraint of his grip.

“I-I didn’t—,” you try to deny it, but a vague recall reminds you did once say so… to the game. It’s ludicrous, all of this, but it’s difficult to formulate a coherent argument with him fucking you like he truly does want to be your husband.

Like he’s going to make you cum again. Tengen’s smile becomes more genuine as you writhe and moan beneath him, hips shaking more as he thrums your clit and times it with each thrust into you, wiring you higher and higher until you’re just on the cusp.

He leans over you, mouth just against your ear, “Say it, gem, who are you?” You don’t understand, mouth open with drool trailing down your pretty cheek as you tremble. “Come on, you know who you are, what are you?” He’s teasing you, slowing down as the seconds tick and panic washes because you’re so close, just right there—

“Please, Tengen,” he hushes you, grin growing wickedly out of your line of sight. “That’s not what I want to hear…” it’s so deep and guttural in your ear, his voice ringing until you're smothered in euphoria.

“Come on, I’ll ask one more time, who are you?” He’s hardly rocking anymore, your body shaking as you babble and beg, trying to decipher his riddle, tears pooling at your lash line as desperation grips you.

You blink the tears away, a few sliding down your face as you give in, lips pursed and pouty.

“Your—I’m your wife…” he groans, his weight becoming heavier on top of you as he picks up his speed again, beginning to pound into you senselessly as pleasure rushes back almost too quickly. All too soon you’re coming, crying his name as you clamp down around his cock and he follows, teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as you shudder.

“Fuck, that’s it gem, soak my cock, my sweet wife.” You gasp, trying to twist away as he continues to rock into you, cock still hard as your sensitive walls protest more stimulation.

“T-Tengen…” you glance down, before looking up as he shifts to hover over you, face less cocky and more soft than before. He looks almost sweet as he smiles down at you.

“We aren’t done, you still have a few more for me, don’t you?” He ignores how you shake your head, denial spilling past your lips before he’s silencing you with another kiss.

“Be good, my gem, I’m not letting you run away.”

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⚜✎ ╰┈➤𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗝𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗼𝗿 𝗝𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 <3. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 @aoizaraka, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱! ⚜

age┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° 20

gender ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° genderfluid

prns ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he/him/them

likes┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° hot ppl.., history (mostly victorian and edwardian era)

dislikes ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ppl who dislike astronomy and astrology. (like seriously? who wouldnt like them??)

fandoms ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° demon slayer, bungo stray dogs, maria clara at ibarra, black butler, saiki k, tokyorev, creepypasta