#kuronushi genshin

[awkuni]

༻⋆ 。𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮, 𝓶𝓻. 𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 ! ♱

⤷ “ he immediately lets the cat go, whirling around to meet your mirth-sweet irises. his lips twitch, and you can’t exactly tell if he’s about to scowl or break out into a rare smile. ”

part of k.tober ノvampire!kuronushi x fem!readerノnsfw — mdni. biting. blood-sucking. unprotected sex. creampie. semi-public sex ( in an alley ). mentions of ‘nushi intentionally starving himself. ‘nushi being possessive. wc .. 3480.

  kuronushi adored every fibre of your being; whether it be the soft, hypnotic laugh which naturally expelled from your lungs when you found amusement in something he did, or the way you would trail your thumb across his fangs after pleading him for hours to let you see the finest glimpse of them. nevertheless, he knew the one thing that could never be topped.

  your blood.

  the scent was always sickeningly sweet, the lovely red liquid twirled itself in saccharine. albeit not being fond of sweetness, he found the taste addicting, as if he was being pulled by the strings of a meticulous puppeteer.

  it was, by far, his favourite meal to date. albeit needing it to survive, he simply can’t stomach the taste of another persons blood except yours. however, it did come with a downside—a downside of hurting you.

  it brought great distaste on his tongue, a large juxtaposition to the addictive pang of your blood. he has tried to push it to the back of his mind every time he fed from you, but it was hard knowing that you felt pain with every brush of his fangs against your skin, the cries which spilled carelessly from your lips tugging a nerve in him, striking through his chest like a crossbow, and you were the archer.

  he’s fully convinced that the sole purpose fate brought you both together was for you to bewitch him. you had fully hypnotised every fibre of his being, and he felt physically incapable of being without you for more than a day—he needed his fill of your sweet, scarlet nectar; but he couldn’t do that right now, as you weren’t even here. you hadn’t been home for the past week, something about a job opportunity out of town? he hadn’t really bothered to catch the details, finding no fascination in mortal trivialities.

  he could feel his thirst slowly crawl up the back of his throat. it was driving him crazy, and he was using the last bits of his strength to compose himself, not even to mention the pent up arousal which had been gnawing at the back of his mind since the first day you left. sure, he had managed to get himself off, but it didn’t feel the same without you.

  believe it or not he was actually starting to miss your stupid face, your touch, your voice, everything. he felt himself spiral into madness, head in his hands as he inhales and exhales shakily. why couldn’t you just… come home already? what was the need for you to be gone for so long? he missed the warmth of your body curled up into his side as you dozed off, or the comfortable weight of you on his lap as he sucked and bit at the soft plush of your neck.

  you had always let him leisurely drink from you, never once had you declined him. yet, now, with you gone, he had no source of food. he did have the option of going out and possibly running into an unlucky stray cat along the way, however he felt as if that wouldn’t aid in quenching his thirst. he only had a thirst for your blood, and you’re blood alone.

  eventually, his hunger becomes too much to bear, and he finds a strong need within his being to find something—anything to prey upon. the small click of the front door is lost to the environment as he’s engulfed within the pitch black of the night, cold breeze brushing flush against his pale cheeks as he sets off, stomach shooting with sharp pains of hunger. 

  he shudders in the cold, vaguely reminiscing about the times that you would be the one complaining and whining to him all the time that it was cold. he could feel his heart going sappy, but he soon extinguishes it as he turns the corner into an alleyway, finding just the perfect victim.

  his tongue runs over his fangs hungrily as he stalks over to the unfortunate cat, movements slow and calculated as to not startle it. he swiftly picks it up in his arms, watching it writhe in his hold and mewl out a couple undecipherable complaints. a heavy sigh relieves itself from the confinements of his chest as he brings the cat up to his mouth, just about ready to bite down until he hears the soft thudding of footsteps behind him.

  before he can even think of turning around, a soft voice calls out to him. soft, yet familiar.

  “it’s so cold out here…” you mumble half-heartedly, hands in your pockets as your gaze locks onto his obscured figure. he immediately lets the cat go, whirling around to meet your mirth-sweet irises. his lips twitch, and you can’t exactly tell if he’s about to scowl or break out into a rare smile.

   “took you long enough,” he scoffs, making his way over to you and gripping your cheeks, pulling you into a heated kiss. everything about it voiced how displeased he was with your absence, and he was doing everything in his power to make up for lost time. his tongue eagerly swirls its way into your mouth, intertwining with yours in an overly lewd display of affection. he groans pressing his body up against yours as he parts momentarily, allowing you the time to breathe. “were you even aware of how much i was suffering when you were gone?”

  his tone was low and sultry, a hand of his trailing up to your chest in order to guide you back against the wall of the dimly lit alleyway. his eyes were half-lidded as he stared at you, eagerly awaiting your answer. the results of his hunger was evident by the way his eyes lingered on your neck, and his everlasting grip on your jaw. warm bouts of his ragged breaths fan against your ripe lips, as if he was itching for another taste.

 “didn’t take you for someone who was clingy, ‘nushi.” you tease, and you can practically hear his teeth grinding together. the movements of his jaw and the twitch of his eyes was subtle, yet it didn’t fall short from your vision. you knew him all too well for that.

  with a harsh click of his tongue his lips come crashing into yours again, however this time he was more slow, more precise with his ministrations. it was more heated, passionate, as if a spark had reignited within the cold mist which puffed out from between your lips, the clouds floating up into the cold night sky. he nipped at your bottom lip, drawing the most miniscule drop of blood which you could swear wasn’t even visible to the naked eye, however kuronushi jumped at the chance to lap it up.

  he mumbles soft curses against your mouth, instantly dipping his head to reconnect the fierce lip-lock situation you two were currently in. “shit, i forgot how good you tasted…” he mutters, letting your lips shift in synchronisation, a blazing display of lust. your soft moans stir something within him, only serving as a catalyst to his burning desire. he, honestly, couldn’t bear the wait anymore.

  soft lips begin to trail down your jaw, continuing its way down to your neck before planting a hot kiss right above the area of your jugular. he can feel the pulse of your heartbeat speeding up against his lips, driving him deeper into a bloodlusted state. 

  his brain was being rewired into a hunger-drunken concept, merely sporting the need to ingest your succulent blood wholeheartedly. one of his hands reach for your hair, pulling your head back to reveal more of your unmarked neck. your eyes remained locked on him, and you could swear that he was almost frothing at the mouth, akin to that of a rabid dog. his eyes lock onto yours for a single moment, as if to ask for your permission before he takes what he pleases.

  with a swift nod from you, he doesn’t wait a moment more. a quick swoop of his head was all it took for a searing pain to present itself, sprouting from your neck and causing you to jolt in his hold. the taste of your blood slowly dripping onto his tongue sends shards of relief straight through his body, a feeling of pure exhilaration which sent a lengthy shudder through each and every bone in his body. the cold chill of the wind brought goosebumps against your skin, however the delicious heat of his body against yours easily warms you up.

  a groan slips from kuronushi’s lips, the delicacy on his tongue was the only think which plagued his mind. he was indulging himself as if he were a starved man, lapping up the ambrosial of your generosity languidly. slurred praises fall from his lips, the scarlet essence immediately pacifying him soon after. the feeling of his tongue dragging itself lightly against the bleeding wound caused a soft moan to be pushed out of your lungs.

  he feels his mind come to a standstill, as if that singular noise which fell from your caring lips just halted the spin of his whole world. the grip on your hair tightens notably, a futile act at trying to keep his composure. he parts from your neck momentarily, letting the blood freely fizz up and out of the delicate puncture wounds which his fangs had founded. it reminds him that you trust him, you trusted him to not go too far and to not fully drink your life force from you.

  he takes his hand out of your hair, bringing it down to your hip and lightly squeezing the plush flesh there, imprinting his bruising grip on you. he dips his head to lap up the crimson which has now trickled down to the crook of your collarbone, his tongue swathing to meet the embellishment of his fangs in your neck once more.

  you don’t miss the way his hands disappear up the hem of your dress with suave, pressing up against your underwear, the feeling no heavier than a feather brushing against your skin. it makes your breath hitch, the feeling of him sucking at your neck and his fingers just barely teasing you through the thin cloth of your panties sends your mind into overdrive, and suddenly you’re the one driven mad out of lust for him.

  his hands move with an awful lot of precision, knowing the places to touch in order to get you riled up, but not give you the pleasure which you oh so desperately craved. the whine you let out is the epitome of your arousal, a soft cry akin to that of a bird calling out in the solemn midnight sky. a heavy huff of his fans against your neck, as if he was holding it in for longer than he was suppose to. he’s panting, gulping down rich bouts of oxygen as his hand kept massaging slow circles into your swollen bud. a strangled moan escapes its way past your dire lips, a subtle plea for him to get straight to the point and stop teasing you senseless.

  a raspy chuckle emits from his chest, the rumble faint but noticeable against your chest. it sends a flurry of heat down your spine, accumulating in your core like fuel to a fire. “so desperate already? tell me, did you touch yourself when you were gone?” he coos, like melted sugar in your ears, trickling into your brain and causing it to become fuzzy. the timeline of when you were gone suddenly seeps in together, becoming one big watercoloured blur after being escorted to the back of your mind.

  you shamefully nod, the red hot blush which branded your cheeks slowly creeping down the back of your neck. “i missed you s’much, ‘nushi…” you whine out right into his ear, slowly moving your hips up to meet his fingers, the delicate friction almost making your knees buckle beneath you. “but it didn’t feel the same… needed you.”

  the soft tone of your voice and the sheer notion that you needed him was enough for his rationality to flip upside down, eager fingers dipping into the waistband of your underwear and tugging them harshly down your legs, letting them drop around your ankles. once his fingers come into contact with your folds you gasp, the freezing cold nature of his body proving itself a stark contrast to your flaming arousal. his fingers fondle with your clit, pinching and rubbing the small bundle in a way that gives you too much pleasure too quickly. you feel as if time had stopped, and nothing mattered in the present moment except him and his fingers which moved with expertise as they slowly sunk into your cunt. that was the one thing that made you aware of reality again.

  “you needed me, huh?” he mocks, fingers curling deep into you before beginning to shallowly pump in and out of your warmth. the feeling of your walls clamping down around his fingers almost makes him choke on his own breath, the sensation causing the blood within his fingertips being sent directly south. “f-fuck, tell me then, is this what you’ve been craving?”

  your melodic whines bring out something in him, a desire of which he hadn’t ever felt before until right now. it’s as if a carnal longing has been awakened within him, as if it had been laying dormant for the centuries that he’s been on this planet, empty soul searching for someone to fill the hollow interior.

  he wholeheartedly believed that it was you. you were the thing he was missing, you were the only one that could fulfil the deep, black desires of his tainted being. with the meek nod that you gave him in response to his question, he could feel his pants gradually getting tighter, the way you cowered away from him, submitting to him in every aspect possible.

  his fingers spread within the tight heat of your pussy, creating a scissoring motion into the plushness. your juices coated him to the knuckle, his fingers glistening in the moonlight each time he would pull them out, only to let them disappear into you once more. it was euphoric, the heat rising to your head and causing a pleasurable, lightheaded feeling to arise.

  your eyelids flutter as you approach your orgasm, lashes batting at him in a seductive manner which only manages to spiral him deeper into his lust-induced madness. this only proves to him that he needs to drive his fingers deeper, more rougher into you as he abuses that one spongy spot which crowned the paradigm of your libido.

  with a broken cry, you release around his fingers, a large surplus of endorphins swirling its way up your spine. you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on the unadulterated pleasure which filled every waking thought of yours. your vision seems spotty behind the confidence of your eyelids, as if pieces of a puzzle had gone missing within the huddled mess.

  reality comes back to you, the puzzle pieces slotting into place upon hearing the sound of rustling clothes and the warmth of something warm and thick pressing up against your sopping cunt. you reluctantly open your eyes, followed by a gasp as he proceeds to carefully press his cock into your pussy, the gummy walls firm yet soft around his girth. it split you open, a slight burning pain felt as he fully hilted himself within you. you never thought you would feel the amount of relief you felt by finally being sufficiently filled after a whole week without his touch. it was addicting, like you were indulging yourself in a decadent drug which only served to make your mind hazy and make you lose control of your inhibitions.

  each and every word you tried to say was slipping through your fingers like sand flowing through and hourglass, the fine particles choking up the back of your throat and preventing you from vocalising a single one of your thoughts.

  the fuzzy feeling in your head begins to dull slightly, and instead of being unaware of reality, you were now fully aware of every ridge of kuronushi’s cock which brushed against your walls while he grinds into you. your hands dart to his shoulders, grasping frantically for leverage as he pulls out only slightly, still wanting to feel you clench down on the majority of his length. he swiftly thrusts back into you, not wanting to waste even a second of your tight heat. he felt his mind become satiated, simply because he finally got to bury himself inside of you. 

  he starts with a slow pace, allowing you to accomodate to the aching stretch which he had suddenly sprung upon your orgasmic-hazy brain. your walls were still overly sensitive from your previous release, and as he hadn’t given you any time to recover your stamina was weakened significantly. each drag of his cock along your sensitive walls coaxed a soft whimper out of your strained throat, your head dipping whilst you panted, desperate for breath. you felt as if it was continuously being thrusted out of you, the movement of his hips becoming too much for you to handle.

  upon noticing the dip of your head, kuronshi scowls in distaste. he wanted you to look at how he was ruining you, wanted to see the foggy sheen which glossed over your eyes whenever he fucked you like this.

  he brings a hand to the side of your jaw, tilting your head up so his indigo eyes could lock onto your watery ones. his thumb swipes over your cheek, caressing the ripe redness with tender care. he wearily inches closer, pressing his lips up against yours to swallow up your persistent whimpers. reciprocating his fervour, you begin to grind your hips to meet his thrusts, your lips parting against his to let out a series of involuntary moans.

  his tip consistently brushed against your sweet spot, stars beginning to burst behind your eyes as his grinds become more desperate, more uncoordinated. instead of calculated motions they were erratic, shaking your body down to the core as you both chased your release. him parting from your lips to go back and nibble on your neck was the surmount of your pleasure, the silky-sweet knot of your orgasm pulling taut within your lower abdomen. your sounds slowly climb up the octave, before you come tumbling off the edge, cunt clenching around him and gushing your fluids around his cock.

  that feeling—the feeling he oh so dearly missed—was all it took for him to finally unravel himself inside of you. his breath hitches, his fangs burying themselves into your neck once more, where he felt that they belonged. he wanted to leave an everlasting mark on your flesh, he wanted to make sure that anyone who took a brief look would know that you belonged to him. the scar that’ll form will be subtle, however the underlying meaning won’t be. its a tangible form of his possessiveness, an embodiment of how he wanted you all to himself. nobody would get in the way of that.

  his thrusts shallow as he fucks you both through your orgasms, before completely stilling. his hips were pressed up against yours firmly, unmoving. he wanted to savour the warmth, wanted to bask within the afterglow of your lovemaking. his gnawing grip on your neck releases, a deep, bloodied bite mark taking the space where his fangs once were. he laps the crimson up almost immediately, which is no surprise to you.

  “lets go home, hm? tell me about this stupid trip of yours along the way…” he mumbles half-heartedly, reluctantly pulling out of you and stirring a high-pitched wince out of your torn system. in a split second his hand was gripping onto your shoulder, as if he had predicted that your legs were going to buckle the way that they did. he lets out an amused snicker, whisking you into his arms in order to aid you. he knew you would have trouble walking, and he would be stuck pampering you for the rest of the night.

  nevertheless, he wasn’t complaining. as long as you were back home with him, he had no issues. in the future, he’ll refuse to have you leave the house for longer than neccessary, a smirk coming across his face at the idea.

  “what… what are you smirking at?” your voice tears him from his frivolous daydream.

  “it’s nothing,” he replied, a clear snarky tone evident in his voice. he glances at your huddled up figure in his arms, his smirk only growing wider. “absolutely nothing.”

[blades-real-husband]

THIS IS AMAZING?? id buy all these if they became skins

[sandraghart]

Five Kasen

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[yzashaven]

2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒01 / 10﹒02

꒰ —♡ B R E E D I N G ﹒ PART 1 ꒱

EVENT MASTERLIST !

FEATURING ! ayato, xiao, diluc, kuronushi x fem!reader

WARNINGS ! breeding obviously, shibari, some anal, cum overflow :0, overstimulation, praising, think that's all + VERY SHORT HELP

NOTE ! like only one of these were proofread LMAO anyway~ splitting this into 2 because i couldn't make the time to finish all 8 of the characters 😭 + THANK YOU FOR 700?!?!?! + sorry to those i couldn't tag :( and for posting this late omg

event taglist— @yukiitaooo @scara6 @peakalatus @kanaedd @returningluv @im-the-ruler-here @scarafixation @kateybuggi @hanni7 @asimpforpeople @ju1yyyzzz @saturnsapothecary @alexiassleeping @cheeze-noo @supercoolusernameomg @shining_dhei @uchihaeirin @black-rxse @3herri-berri @anon-eu @gojoswife201 @abeitriz @chlebek1 @mechanical-lily @breadybuu @dawning-bliss @poisonedmoonl1ght @scaraismybbgreal @nothingfuninthislife @hellithides @eunchaeluvr @doumastip @pandash @cuntz0ne @zomzomb1e @bitchylillyrose @apocalypticchimera @wolfiafan10 @zxdksimpo

—KAMISATO AYATO

he's a very family oriented man, you're well aware of that, so of course it's no surprise that breeding is one of the commissioner's top kinks. even just the mere thought of filling up your cute little cunt with his seed is enough to drive him insane.

"you're gonna give me an heir, yeah? right, my love?" ayato seductively whispered into your ear as you tiredly nod your head in approval. he has been pounding into you nonstop for the past 2 hours or so, filling you up with his cum over and over again, making sure that it'll reach your womb. "you feel so good~ this is your reward for being such a good girl for me, so take it. take it all~" his thrusts begin to quicken, urging yet another orgasm for him and yourself before grabbing your ankles to bring your legs over onto his shoulders; allowing him to push his dick even deeper than it was already reaching previously.

"fuck—i'm sorry for pushing your limits, sweetheart, but i won't waste my chance in finally getting to breed you real nice~"

—XIAO

him being a yaksha and practically spending his whole life fighting; xiao never really got to know or experience much when it comes to intimacy. but god, the moment you stepped into his life, it became the thing he couldn't live without.

"o-one more, please..." he groans out, thrusting deep into you at a slow pace, his tip kissing at your cervix ever so slightly. your whimpers and pleas falling onto deaf ears as his gaze was fixated on the way your thighs trembled under his touch as his hands kept your legs spread wide just for him, drunk on the sight of his cock disappearing within your warmth with each buck of his hips. an obvious squelching sound could be heard along with the mix of your fluids overflowing from the sides, "if i pull out, it'll all go to waste, won't it?" xiao mutters out, pulling back until only the head of his cum coated cock remained, just to slam back inside and have you scream his name for the nth time that evening.

"this won't be enough, baby... need to fill you up some more~"

—DILUC RAGNVINDR

trust me when i say that breeding is one of his top kinks, probably around the top 3, i'm sure of it :3 he just adores how pretty you look taking every single drop of his seed; the way you look so perfectly fucked out is enough to bring another feeling of euphoria to him.

"m-my love, so pretty~" diluc's eyes were focused on your trembling figure beneath him, cunt already completely full of his cum yet he's still pumping more and more inside for 'good measure' as per his words. "i know you're tired, i'm sorry—you feel too good for me to... pull out-ah~" the sensitive head of his cock kissed all the deepest parts of you with ease; giving you so much more pleasure, along with the way he was constantly pushing his cum back inside further.

"...so perfect for me, my good girl~"

—KURONUSHI

shibari. his specialty, his favorite. he decided to try a new position instead of the usual mating press you two did; having you situated on the bed with your ass up and face buried in the pillows while your wrists were bound by a red ribbon behind your back.

"that's it, keep moaning for me like that~" kuronushi coos, hips slamming against your body as his cock thrusted in and out of your ass at a steady rhythm, fingers rubbing roughly at your swollen clit, continuing to drive you over the edge. "fuck—your voice truly is the best instrument~ and your moans... the most majestic melody i've ever heard~" he says in between uneven breaths before finally cumming inside you, abruptly pulling out and pushing into your already filled to the brim cunt, a dark chuckle escaping his lips upon hearing you moan at the sudden entrance.

"just made sure to fill up both of your holes, love~"

[uwo-kun]

modern au nushi is also a kitsune

[zarpasuave]

So my brain decided this was the perfect time to remember the Irodori festival and the fact that Albedo DREW Scaramouche

This was way before Sumeru and the transformation into Wanderer and look at what he says here:

I can’t get the hc that Albedo has been keeping tabs on the history of Scramouche ever since out of my head.

Just imagine Albedo going to Tatarasuna and gathering the slips of paper recounting the tale of those at the furnace… maybe even stumbling upon Shakkei Pavilion…

Maybe after gathering all that info he even got a greater understanding of Scaramouche’s character from learning about his life in Inazuma.

I’m suuure this can be somehow tied to the current event’s theme of adopting a different perspective when learning of someone’s story

[sahisan]

kuronushi sex‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💯💯💯💯💯🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🦅🦅🦅😼😼😈😈😈😈😈🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽

★ summary: kuronushi x fem!reader. cockwarming w kuronushi while he writes his poems.＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

☆ cw: nsfw. drabble. mention of reader wearing a kimono. cockwarming. nushi's being nice. 431 words.

☾ a/n: fun fact that the kanji 'nushi' in 'kuronushi' means 'lord' (живіть тепер з цим))).

kuronushi's hand dunks the tip of the brush into the small inkstone with the finest inazuman ink. his hand carefully writes kanji on a sheet of paper, and he seems completely unfazed by the fact that you've been cockwarming him for the last forty minutes or so.

as you're starting to writhe and buck your hips just the slightest bit, his other hand finds its way under the hem of your kimono, setting itself on your hip in a grip - pushing your hips back down onto his throbbing length, and you nearly moan, immediately trying to hush yourself, biting down onto your lower lip, face hiding in the crook of his neck.

"keep quiet, will you?" kuronushi coos into your ear with a sultry voice, hot breath against it's shell. the walls of your cunt nearly clench at how sensual his voice is. "can't have me making mistakes in my poems."

you whine. "nushi-i..."

"no." he stoically replies, then smirking. "i thought you agreed on this willingly, didn't you?" he says, and you can't continue arguing - he's simply stating the truth.

nushi's hand proceeds to move from your hip to the hair on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your soft locks as he grins and starts talking again. "you wanna cum, huh?" he makes a guess, knowing damn well that he's right - your cunt basically aches for him to finally fuck you properly.

your eyes light up, head inching up to look at him.

"y-yes!.. please, i want to cum so bad..." you whine yet again, only to be shushed by his finger that presses against your lips. his face comes dangerously close to yours, eyes burning into your soul.

"quiet." he says, tone of voice close to stern. his eyes watch as a pout appears on your face - he grins. "you're letting me finish this one poem, with no interruptions and sounds and i'm letting you cum." you almost yelp an agreement out, before his finger presses into your lips again. you stay silent. he smiles. "however, if you'll start writhing again - i'm starting another poem and you're sitting on my cock until i'm finished with another one. do we have a deal, hun?"

noticing that you're taking a bit more time to think, unfocused because of the feeling inside you, his other hand leaves the brush near the inkstone on the chabudai table, and finds your throbbing clit, gently pinching it - enough for you to snap out of your thoughts, whimpering a quiet "yes", lips parting.

kuronushi smirks, fingers picking up the brush again. "good girl."

[hisaame]

ngh fem!reader sucking kuronushi off while he practices playing shamisen... imagine as hes abt to cum he changes from perfect pitch singing to short pants between words... then after he cums hes back to his perfect pitch singing again... ngh

Oh my GOD!??! I LOVE THIS REQUEST???? literally thank you so muhc ??!!? aaaahhh i hope this is okay!!

╰˒ˏˏ ➻„a broken voice, shaky breath,

,, but wont stop playing.” — kuronushi

⧽➽ kuronushi x fem!reader

[nsfw!!] ,, warnings: bj+hj, slight praise, choking and gagging (ON dick, hes not gonna kill u dw), readers prns are she/her!

A beautiful melody could be heard, along witha heavenly voice from no other than—kuronushi. His fingers danced along the strings of the shamisen, occasionally twitching as his voice would occasionally crack. His pretty lips opened to let his voice sing along to the melody of his instrument. But it was extremely hard for him to so so. Specifically because, you were there to distract him.

The belt of his kimono(?) was undone, the obi cord set aside, as well as his hat, settled aside. His wide, knee length pants were down to his midthigh, just like his undergarments. His cock was let free, erect and responsive. Thats what you were working on right now—well, your mouth and hands were.

Kuronushi held the shamisen, trying not to get too distracted. But it was his idea anyway—he had requested you to be there with him, perhaps it would make him practice easier, having your presence here, pleasuring him. It was his fault he was so distracted, how good you were with your lips and tongue, kitten licking his tip before putting the whole length in until the head of his cock nudges the back of your throat, his melodic voice slipping a moan between his lips, but he immediately goes back to singing. The pleasure makes it really, really hard.

But you only decided to make things worse, bobbing your head while you had your hand at the bottom part of his cock, to where your lips couldnt reach, your fingers made up for it. You would let occasional gagging noises, which seemed to distract him even more. He's messed up several times at this point. But he wouldn't dare to tell you to stop—because he wants you to keep going.

"G—good girl...", he'd moan, unable to let himself fully try to ignore you. "Keep going, and ill reward you once I'm done." The way he'd praise you made you clench around nothing, his words just arousing you more, if possible. Your other hand that wasnt around his dick was on his thigh, giving occasional rubs and pats, maybe in hopes to calm him down, or distract him more. Who knows?

At some point he does attempt thrusting his hips towards your face, trying to get himself off in your warm mouth. You're surprised he's managing to do this, despite the fact he looks like he's having a hard time. His voice would occasionally go high pitch, tilting his head back as one of his hands tightened around the long neck of the shamisen. You could barely hear the song he was singing through the various moans and whimpers he lets out.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." he whines, trying to go back to singing and playing the instrument, unfortunately failing. You guessed he was close by the way his reactions and responses seemed more intense, so your actions sped up. You pulled back slightly, having only the head of his cock in your mouth, sucking on it, before taking him fully again.

That's when you felt his body tense up, feeling warm liquid shoot down your throat, making you groan and gag just a bit, but you made the effort to swallow it all. Well, not everything, since you couldn't, so some dripped down your chin, to which Kuronushis hand went to grab your chin, his thumb wiping his own cum off and sticking his thumb in your mouth then, making you lick in clean—swallowing once more.

Then he pat your head, motioning you to keep going. Well, thats what you took it as. Calming his softening cock down with slow strokes while he finally manages to hold his shamisen correctly, his fingers dancing over the strings and his voice creating the prettiest music. A melody your so fond of hearing from Kuronushi.

You're gonna be waiting a while for that reward he promised you...

♡

[myayayakish]

Inspired by my silly billy Scarameow merch collection🙏🙏

[ughscara]

kiss. — wc. 404

somewhat suggestive? i don't know. a lot of kisses though ‹3

kuronushi had always adored — loved kissing you. anywhere and at any time, boundless love continues to pour out of him in waves via words and, more favorably for him, actions.

the eccentric kasan cannot begin to explain how much he truly loves you, the unspeakable lengths he'll go to in order to prove and let you understand just how much he's infatuated with you. his muse, his loving darling, his only source of light in an otherwise dim life. he'll provide, he'll take, and it still wouldn't satisfy his very being that if it came down to giving away; he would.

only for you.

it is as such when he thinks about how those subtle sighs that roll off your lips, resounding so sweetly in his ears as he feathers chaste kisses to your neck, the way you'd lazily comb through his soft midnight locks as he delights himself to kissing your thighs oh so gently, leaving marks through gentle bites to your skin, relishing in the sight of you responding accordingly to one of his many loving gestures.

“i love you,” kuronushi often declared in the midst of restless nights, his embrace around you unwavering for even a moment as he only continues drawing you closer to his side, abandoning those scrolls he was writing on, abandoning that hot cup of tea you brewed for him ( as much as he wanted to drink it ), all in favor of relishing in your presence more and sneaking in a few kisses to your shoulder.

“i love you,” kuronushi often whispered against your skin, regardless of which part of your body his lips linger on. but nothing in inazuma's lands or beyond it could ever compared to the way he feels your lips curve up into a slight smile as those three simple words, weighed with so much emotion, roll off his lips and onto your own. with the cherry on top being your own deceleration left unsaid, shielded behind you entwining his lips with your own once again.

“i love you.” kuronushi often mused to his scroll as he sat beside you, watching you dote on a stray kitten who refused to leave your side, admiring the sight of your smile beneath the soft sunlight emitting from the cloudy sky above. and in the midst of your distraction with the little feline,

he leaned in, feathering a soft and lingering kiss to your cheek.

[awkuni]

༻⋆ 。𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓲 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 . ♱

part of k.tober ノ( separate ) kabukimono, scaramouche, wanderer, kuronushi x fem!readerノnsfw — mdni. marking. biting. make-up sex. overstimulation. cunnilingus. squirting. mating press. grinding. unprotected sex. creampie. hair pulling. doggy. fingering. edging. wc .. 5410

  kabukimono always hated when you both got into a disagreement, it left a sour taste in his mouth that he couldn’t totally describe. the sight of your frowning form on the couch, head hanging low and arms crossed in front of your chest, made his body tense up. he didn’t enjoy seeing you like that, not one bit.

  sure, it was all for a mundane reason, but he couldn’t help but feel as if the weight of it rested on his shoulders—the heavy guilt of upsetting you. he hated being apart from you, even if it was for a couple minutes. these last few seconds seemed to stretch into hours as he watched you, his teeth coming to nip his bottom lip.

  he slowly makes his way up to you, planning to cheer you up. he didn’t like the frown etched onto your normally serene face, it made his stomach churn with uneasiness. the fact that he partially caused this doesn’t help with that face either. he fidgets with the sleeves of his shirt, trying to accumulate the right words to say in this situation.

  “i’m sorry,” he spoke, meekly, sitting next to you on the couch. upon realising that you don’t intend on answering him he huffs, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and looking around the room. it was a way of distracting himself as he wasn’t too keen on seeing the clench of your jaw; were you seriously still mad at him, or were you just being petty?

  despite his worries, and him still being partially annoyed as well, he turns to face you, bringing a hand to your cheeks and forcing you to face him. his eyes tried to scan your own, almost as if he was digging to find the pearl in them which would give him the slightest shine of hope that you may forgive him. he never found it—he always managed to find it—so maybe it just… wasn’t there.

  he swallows a knot in his throat, a knot which was formed out of pure annoyance. why, why couldn’t you just push past this? it wasn’t like it was a big argument or anything. he didn’t understand.

  “what can i do,” he starts off with a mumble. “what can i do to make you feel better? you’ve avoided me all day.”

  you shake your head, showing no interest in anything he had to say. albeit his tone being honey sweet, he can’t figure out how to make you legitimately pay attention to him. so, he needs to do something which will prevent you from being able to ignore him, he needs to make it physically impossible for you to resist, and he knows exactly how to accomplish that.

  he abruptly leans into your body, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. a gasp of shock left your lips. you didn’t know what you were expecting from him, but you didn’t expect him to do that. although it was a surprise, it wasn’t exactly unwelcomed by you. you begin to reciprocate his affection, hands going to his neck and pulling him even closer, so that he was looming over your fragile frame.

  it didn’t take long for you to notice that his intention wasn’t just to kiss you, his hand tugging on your waistband made that abundantly clear.

  he brings a hand to your chest, pushing you down so that you laid back on the couch. you could feel the heat of his lips slowly etching their pattern onto yours; that, combined with a hand trailing down your side to meet your hip, sends a shudder of excitement down your spine.

  even though his efforts were slowly reeling you in, he hadn’t manage to pull you out of the water just yet. no worries, he’ll just have to keep pushing forward.

  his lips disconnect from yours. now, there were kisses which began to trail down the side of your neck, occasionally nipping and leaving red marks in areas most tormented. his hand dips into the fabric of your waistband, hooking underneath and tugging them down in hungry motions.

  due to your shock, your legs attempted to close, however they were swiftly caught by the palms of his hands. a shake of his head was enough to burn out your fiery ambition to deny him what he wanted, so ultimately your legs fell limp at his side. you swallow back a yelp as he keeps kissing over your clothes, leading down to the inner portion of your thighs. upon his eyes meeting your folds, you find your face heating up, a red tint arising on your pristine cheeks.

  his lips press up against your core, tongue darting out to lick up the arousal which began to pool around your cunt. your eyes close in bliss, head pressing back against the cushions on the couch as his mouth sought out your clit, licking and sucking on the nub desperately.

  “i’m sorry,” he mumbles into your soaked pussy, already getting drunk on your honeyed slick. the noises he reluctantly lets out are no short of whimpers, a verbal testimony to how much he missed you. “i don’ like you ignoring me like that… want y’too focus on me…”

  he licks a line up your cunt, his tongue teasingly prodding at your entrance before it trails back to your clit, suckling harshly on the throbbing nub.

  “w-well i’m focusing on you now…” your voice comes out as a fleeting breath, too wound up in your felicity to think of anything else. your mind felt hazy, a heavy fog of lust obscuring your senses and making you delve deeper into your own desires. because of such a reason, your hand manages to entangle itself into his silken locks, the indigo becoming weaved in between your fingers like a ribbon.

  you’re pushing his face into your pussy with a sob, the euphoric feeling of his tongue like no other. the muscle swirls against your nerves, tracing illegible patterns into the flesh, painting a precious picture on you like you were his canvas. he knew that you weren’t gonna last much longer if he kept going on like this, the way your moans became more frequent told him all he needed to know.

  just like that, you came undone below him, fluids gushing on him in a vulgar display, showing him just how much pleasure he could hand to you by simply flicking his tongue in the right way. your orgasm shocked you to the core, leaving you breathless.

  you blinked back tears which had unknowingly welled into your waterline, already beading into your lashes like precious pearls, the pearls which he had been searching for earlier.

  although you were completely spent, you made a weak attempt at sitting up again, only to be forced back down into the position you were before. “where are you going?” he spoke, a mischievous smirk on his face.

  your mouth opened in preparation to say something, however you didn’t have any time to answer, because you could already see his head disappearing between your thighs once more, intent to please you until you couldn’t think of anything but him.

  getting into small, petty arguments with scaramouche wasn’t a rare occurrence, his ego was simply too large to take any criticism you gave him, and you trying to ignore him, even when he tried to talk it out? it only made his fury grow.

  he rolls his eyes upon hearing your voice through the door of your bed chamber, promptly telling him to ‘go away’ as you weren’t in the mood to deal with him. he grinds his teeth together, fist clenching as he slams it into the door once more. in his opinion, you were being too dramatic — too bratty. suddenly, he had a strong sense to put you in your place. his anger got the best of him and he decided to barge into the room with such force that you flinched.

  you could tell that his normal reticent demeanour was crumbling as he approached you, practically pouncing on you. his firm grip on your shoulders prevents you from fighting back, pinning you down to the bed as his face comes close to yours. the sight of your stunned form underneath him sent heat down south, his eyes boring into your figure like he was preying upon you. 

  “what’s your problem, huh?” you felt weak, as if you were no match against his fortitude, the tone in his voice only making your stomach swirl with dread. he wasn’t asking you, he was more so demanding an answer. upon realising how pissed he was, you couldn’t find the faculty to reply. your brittle bones begin to tremble, your head trying to turn away from him with a pout.

  he lets out a short, animus scoff, hand coming to grip your jaw and making you face him. despite the malice in his actions, the look in his eyes provided evidence to the contrary. within the darkened vinyls of indigo, underlying adoration was spinning through the colours, slim, yet still present.

  “not gonna talk? oh, i see how it is…” he menacingly coos out, hands grazing down the sides of your body and clutching onto your thighs. his hand trails up to the bottom of your shorts, looking at them with such venom. they were an unwanted barrier, a barrier which could be easily discarded.

  after finding little to no resistance from you, he urgently tugs the clothing off of your body, leaving your bottom half in nothing but your soaked panties. he smirks, a devious expression which only made you cower underneath him further. this was all amusing to him — how you had previously tried to one up him, however you were immediately shut down the minute he was on top of you. he had you wrapped around his finger, and he was pleased with it.

  if you weren’t going to willingly talk to him, he would just have to fuck you into submission.

  “already so wet f’me?” he feigns surprise, smirking down at you whilst pressing his knee up to your core. the action elicited a pitiful whimper from your lips and you had to use all your willpower to not chase the friction. “oh, what am i saying, of course you are… you’re always so desperate.”

  in order to punctuate his words, he rubs his knee up against your crotch again, just to see you squirm deliciously. your hands bunch up into the sheets, a soft moan erupting from his actions. as soon as you begin to make a move against him, he takes his knee away, leaving you frantic and craving more of him, which is exactly what he wanted.

  he shakes his head in disbelief, one moment you were pettily overlooking him then the next you couldn’t bear to part from him. even though you were seemingly submitting due to his actions, you still weren’t talking, only letting out pitiful noises to vocalise your pleasure.

  “you still not gonna talk to me?” he leans down closer to your neck, pressing a soft yet firm kiss into the crook of it. his teeth nip at the skin, as if to try and force you to talk by conflicting your pleasure with pain, yet you only bite your lip to try and silence yourself. he clicks his tongue, ripping off your panties with such force you’d be surprised if the fabric didn’t damage.

  adjusting your positions, he ends up between your legs, promptly pulling his shorts and underwear down to reveal his throbbing erection, tip flush and leaking pre already. he gives a couple quick pumps to the length before lining it up to your slick entrance, slowly pressing the tip inside of you.

  a short yet sweet moan pulls itself out of your throat, leaving your lungs to hang dry as you panic down gulps of air. the stretch was something you could never get used to, even after all the times he has fucked you silly. you hiccup, a soft sound with the aim to spur him on.

  your attempt seemingly worked, as he drives out of you only to thrust back in with full force. the crown of your head pushes up against the plush pillows as they seemed to be your only means of support in the vicinity. your hands scramble for purchase, fingertips digging into the material as if it was the only thing that would enable you to focus on his movements. he seems to find your sweet spot with articulate thrusts, beginning to abuse that weakness relentlessly.

  the fuzzy feeling in your head begins to expand, wrapping its sharpened teeth around every waking thought of yours and consuming it whole. thinking began to hurt your head and you could do no more but plead and whine for more of him. it was like he had cast a spell on you, making you fully dependant on him wherever he drove his cock deep into you.

  “i’m sorry!” you wail out, bringing a hand over your mouth to hopefully muffle your moans, but you had no way to silence yourself. your moans are spilling out unwillingly, sending a flurry of arousal straight down to scaramouche’s core. “please… please— i’m gonna cum…”

  the sound of you pleading with him and practically begging for mercy brought him great satisfaction, one which; in his opinion; could never be topped. deciding that you had done enough, and that you had obeyed him enough for his liking, he brings a hand down to your clit, tracing the bud in rapid circles to provide you that extra stimulation needed to push you over the edge.

  it’s not long until supernovas are bursting through your eyelids, covering the world you know in bright flashes and colourful sparks. your back arches more into him, lips parting in a silent scream as you’re crushed between the thick walls of your pleasure. you feel your breath physically ripped from you with each thrust, more and more pleasure coming over your body before it finally subsides.

  you only pay attention to reality again once he abruptly pulls out, grasping onto your waist to flip you onto your stomach, face buried in the pillow and hips hiked high.

  the dumbed-out look on your face brings amusement to him, and he chuckled as you looked back with those weary eyes of yours. “you thought we were done?” he scoffs out, emphasising his words with a single thrust into you. suddenly he’s buried deep within your tight walls again, not giving you any room to voice your complaints. “not even close.”

  frankly, wanderer could care less, you were the one that decided to snap at him when he supposedly ‘ruined’ the project you two were working on. however, you claiming that you would’ve been ‘better off’ working with some lowly scholars really ticked something off within him. you knew fine well that you wouldn’t manage it without him, so what’s with your attitude?

  he sees you sitting at your desk, head on the table and seemingly staring off into space. you had a pen in your hand, yet made no move to write with it, your mind so preoccupied with the argument that you didn't even realise his figure watching closely from the doorway. upon the realisation that you were oblivious to him, he takes a step into the room, then another, and another until he was situated right behind you.

  feeling his heavy breath fan against the crown of your head, you whip around to look at him with groundbreaking speed, so swiftly that wanderer would be shocked if you didn’t end up with a pulled muscle. the narrowed look in your eyes has him taken aback as he simply assumed that you would roll your eyes then give in and let him help you, but in this case that wasn’t the outcome.

  “get out,” you spoke with a half-hearted scowl, a pitiful attempt at standing your ground. your futile attempt at acting tough made him chuckle, his hands bracing on the back of your chair as he stares down at you. your bratty and petty wouldn’t work on him — none of your empty threats ever managed to work. he knows that you’re too head over heels to legitimately direct your anger towards him.

  “or what?” the mocking tone was evident in his voice, only acting as lint to your burning rage. you’re left to stare at him, not knowing quite what to say, proving to him that you had already lost this charade of yours and actually weren’t all that mad at him.

  you turn around again, grip tightening so much that you thought the pen might snap in your hold. he just leans closer, clearly not giving up until you give him a definitive answer. the determination was obvious in his intent gaze, indigo eyes glaring into yours, but you refused to meet his.

  oh, well, that wasn’t a problem for him, he could wait here all day; it was your own paltriness keeping you in this situation.

  “or,” he grips the hair on the back of your head, pulling your head back to meet his gaze. “what?” his words were dipped with more venom than before, the tone dripping off of his tongue like second nature. you didn’t expect him to want an actual answer, but it seems he was.

  “nothing, just leave me be, i’m going to finish this project without your help. i don’t need you.”

   that was the biggest lie you had said to date, he couldn’t even picture you trying anything without his help, so how was he supposed to believe that could appear in reality? you always came running to him for the most basic things, so he highly doubted that you would complete such a complex assignment without him. you were spouting nonsense, and he wasn’t having it any longer.

  he grasps you by the forearm, whirling your whole body around and pressing you against the table. the hard wood dug against your lower back, earning a wince from your lips, one of the only submissive notices you had let out this whole day. his face comes close to yours, an act of intimidation as he sought out the timid nature which was always underlying somewhere within whatever crumbling facade you had.

  he quirks an eyebrow, looking at you with something that could only be described as hilarity. he found your snarky attitude funny, not taking it seriously at all. “if you’re so sure that you can do it without me, why isn’t it finished already? from what i’ve seen, you’ve been on the same part for almost thirty minutes…” 

  unfortunately, his taunts were working, as you began to become more avoidant of his gaze. it was rewarding in a sense, seeing you slowly crumble underneath his gaze after trying to one up him like that. his featherlight touch trails to your jaw, keeping a tight grip on it to ensure your eyes were hooked onto his.

  his patience with you was wearing thin, the thick tension which tied you two together only building up more and more the longer you both stared into each others eyes. it feels oddly intimate and he can’t quite figure out what was going on in that empty head of yours. you looked at him like you were a dog, obedient and compliant to his every command.

  abruptly, he turns you back around, pressing your upper body down into the table. you winced at the force, but luckily it wasn’t enough to hurt you that much. your eyes widen as he presses his hardening cock against your ass, his grinds barely noticeable, yet you could feel everything and his intentions were clear.

  you whine, a needy noise which only managed to degrade yourself in his eyes. the noise managed to rouse a sly grin from him, his body leaning down so he could whisper into your ear.

  “see? don’t act like you don’t need me…”

  promptly, he pulls your panties to the side, running a nimble finger through your folds to test the sensitivity of your wetness. seeing you jerk was like a feast for his eyes, as if you were a drug which he couldn’t fathom quitting.

  the sight of you jerking back against his fingers arises something within him, a primal urge to ravish you which he didn’t even know could possess him. gnawing on his bottom lip, he begins to tug down his bottoms along with his underwear, not planning on waiting any longer — he wanted to prove that you needed him, and he wouldn’t stop until he gets you to vocalise it.

  he grinds the head of his cock into your hole slowly, keeping a firm hold on the back of your head as he generously sinks into you, not stopping until his hips were flush with the curve of your ass. he groans at the familiar feeling, your gummy walls fluttering around his girth as it accommodated to the intrusion. 

  tears collect in your eyes at the delicate burn, along with the overwhelming pleasure as he begins to move. he almost pulls all the way out, only to thrust back in with full force. you yelp, hands scrambling for any support, clinging onto the unused papers on the table. 

  your soft moan reach his ears, giving him newfound motivation to keep pistoning his cock in and out of your tight cunt, adoring the way you seemed to squirm every time his tip brushed against that singular spongey spot inside of you. noises of pleasure seems to constantly spill from your drool-coated lips, your back arching as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon.

  “s-scara… i need you! i need you so badly…” you finally crack, body shuddering as his fingers come into contact with your clit, abusing the bud with slow yet harsh strokes. each ministration brought shivers throughout your whole body, giving just that little bit extra to aid your coming orgasm.

  hot explosions of pleasure burst behind your eyes, coating your vision in sloppy blurs as you came with a loud cry. the feeling of you gushing around his length only causes him to spiral, leading him down a rabbit hole of his own release. with one final thrust he buries himself to the hilt, spilling his warm seed deep inside of you and you’d be surprised if he wasn’t fucking you with the intent to get you knocked up.

  “that’s what i wanted to hear. it wasn’t that hard, was it?” he coos mockingly, pulling you up so that your back was pressed flush against his, his cock still buried deep within your cunny. seeing the confused look on your face, he snickers, slowly grinding his cock back into you, just to keep you on the edge.

  “oh, you think i’m letting you go?” he mocks you, akin to that of a predator belittling it’s prey. to accentuate his point, he delivers a harsh thrust into you, the jolt which wracks through you only spurring him on even more. “no, i’m not stopping until you’re chanting that you need me… and it seems that’s gonna take a while with that attitude of yours.”

  kuronushi’s eye twitches as he realises that you were still locking yourself in your shared bedroom, a sharp huff of disapproval leaving his scowl-ridden lips. he rolled his eyes upon hearing you still berate him for being out, apparently ‘without your knowledge’, so you had the ingenious idea to footle, making sure to not associate yourself with him for the full day out of pure spite.

  “are you still mad? you know, you have no reason to be—”

  “i do have a reason to be!” you shout at him as he stood outside of the room, your voice more enraged than anything other emotion. you rest your head on the door, feeling a bit sick at the notion that he was standing there, outside — waiting for you to come running back to him. you wanted to do that more than you initially thought, but you knew that it would prove a point which he made at the start of your argument — you being too clingy towards him.

  you could only sense his growing irritation through the wood. although it concealed and locked out his full figure from you, the atmosphere seeping in through the cracks was like a hazy mist, as if once inhaled you would soon succumb to his every whim like a mindless servant.

  unfortunately for you, you found yourself growing increasingly intoxicated to the imaginary haze.

  “let me in, we can talk about it. you surely can’t leave me out here all night, can you?” his voice was even more alluring, warming your soul like a fireplace during the winter. it thawed your flaming pettiness at record speed and you found your resolve bending and wavering under his command.

  shakily, your hands reach for the door handle, closing around the cold metal with slight reluctance. even if you wanted to think twice, you couldn’t, as your hands moved faster than your rationale and you open the door.

  the contrast of his voice compared to his actions was evident as he immediately swung the door open, startling you slightly. your eyes widen as he grips onto your shoulders harshly, pressing you up against the wall so you had no means of escape. you felt belittled in this situation, binded by his hands and trapped by his figure, it was almost like he had full possession over you now.

  the look in your eyes was pitiful, a pure helplessness presenting itself in soft glints as you looked up at him through your lashes. the need to take every fibre of your being became prominent in his mind and he felt the need to be physically restrained. he runs a hand down to your hips, latching his palms onto them and using them as extra leverage to control you.

  “what happened to that bratty attitude of yours now, hm?” he coos out, almost mocking you as he comes face to face with you. the soft breaths which left his slightly parted lips sent shudders down your spine, trepidation settling itself within your gut as he leans in closer. you could barely process his hand lowering down to your thighs and kneading at the flesh. you, in turn, find yourself yelping at the brawn of his grip.

  your previous combative method of speech is slowly crushed beneath you and you were briskly reduced into a pile of decompiled speech and illiterate thoughts. you stared at him as if he just spoke in a foreign language, completely clueless and dumbfounded from the total flip of his attitude.

  “were we not gonna ta—”

  “we were,” he sternly cuts you off, not wanting to hear any more of your rambling or snarky remarks. “but i changed my mind, you never learn when we verbally talk it out, so it looks like i just have to teach you a different way…” his finger trails down your thigh, grasping onto the back of your knee and momentarily picking you up.

  before you could process anything that was happening in reality he had pushed you back, your body falling onto the bed with a soft thump. you felt yourself wanting to sink into the pillows more — get comfy — but kuronushi clearly had other plans for you.

  he manoeuvres himself so that he was situated behind you, arms wrapped around your waist in order to keep you flush to his chest. the sprinkled trail of his kisses which descended upon your neck sent your heart into a flurry of motion. the barrage of his lips weren’t the only thing descending, however. unbeknownst to you his hands had began trailing lower until they reached the waistband of your pants.

  he takes a gauge at your expression subtly, seeing how your eyes were steadily trained on his hand as it seemingly disappeared underneath the fabric. it only took a matter of seconds for his fingers to press against your clit, magnetising to the bundle of nerves akin to how a shark would be immediately drawn to blood. in this case, he was the shark, wrapping his teeth around the prey, which was you.

  your hips jerk back almost instantaneously, a shaky moan tittering its way out of your lips. the gnawing need which was filling your every sense overwhelmed you; his touch, his lips, him, it all felt so surreal and otherworldly that you began to feel your brain drifting off. quick blitzes of tender euphoria spark from your clit as his fingers abused it, constantly rubbing at an even pace which only drove you deeper and deeper into your growing lust. 

  you wanted nothing more than for him to consume you whole, it was almost a carnal desire which you couldn’t bear to hold off any longer. you wanted him — and equally, he wanted you. he knew fine well what his fingers did to you and he couldn’t help but play with you for a bit.

  so, as soon as you showed signs of coming close, he halted his movements. a staggering whimper pulls its way from your strangled lungs, a subtle protest and a desperate message which pleaded for him to continue. the increasing amounts of pure need and want which corrupted your system pushed you onto the brink of insanity, and you can’t find it within yourself to formulate a coherent beg. 

  “awh, look at you, already desperate. it hasn’t even been ten minutes, dear…” he mumbles next to your ear, the honey-suckled tone which sported his melodic vocals was almost like witchcraft. it hexed you, bewitched your mind into nothing but a shell for his amusement.

  all you wanted at this moment was for him to please you, dumb you down on his fingers until you were nothing but a puddle of mush in his hold.

  as if in tune to your thoughts, the tips of his fingers slip into your cunt, the slender digits spreading you open thoroughly. he served you the meal you so feverishly craved, and you had no complaints with ravishing all you could get. your hips bucked up to meet his movements, providing a delicate amount of friction, just enough to keep you on your toes.

  he was taunting you, dangling a carrot over your head which he knew you couldn’t reach right now. you turn your head to face him, a pout on your lips as an apparition of your state of mind. your eyes flit down to his lips, the plush seeming so welcoming.

  “p-please…” you murmur out, unable to articulate a full sentence. all you were focusing on was how good his fingers felt. the flutter of your eyelids only coming across as an invitation for him to press his lips on, so, he does just that.

  his lips slot against yours, moving in tandem to the rhythm of his fingers as they curled up into your most desirable spot like it was second nature. once he noticed you moans slur and become more frequent, his pace began to speed up, constantly slamming into the bumpy spot with unfaltering firmness.

  this abrupt change in pace caused the ribbon of pleasure to tug within your gut, the silk of it being placed under so much pressure that it would undoubtedly snap in no time. all it took was his thumb to brush over your clit to make you unravel before him.

  he keeps you against his chest as you squirm, thighs closing around his wrist as you let out something short of a whine. your eyes were rolling back and white blots dazzled your vision, pleasure wracking through your whole body like lightning blasts constantly striking you down.

  the aftermath which ensued consisted of you falling limp against his chest, misty eyes barely focused on the way his fingers had began to gradually resume their actions like you weren’t just barely clinging onto the brink of your sanity. upon noticing this, kuronushi only laughed, his digits speeding up almost brutally as a way to punctuate his point.

  “don’t try and get away from this, i’m not letting you out of my sight anymore.” he hissed into your ear, proceeding to send your mind into a tizzy with his fingers once more. one thing was for certain; you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

[meldelmew]

[yzashaven]

KURONUSHI SEX BARK WOOF MEOW

YUKII POOK POOK I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR

‹𝟹﹒kuronushi x fem!reader

꒰ঌ ໒꒱﹒somnophilia.dub/noncon ✰ wet dreams ✰ pussy eating + fingering ✰ uh ooc nushi???

୨୧﹒did any of this make sense?? cuz i swear it does. anyway, i hope this counts as somno one way or another. and yes this is all i got rn 😭 NOT PROOFREAD ARGHHH

꒰ general﹒taglist ꒱ @yukiitaooo @scaara @kana-de @ciarchivez (does anyone wanna be added? :3)

it all started with a simple, innocent lullaby sung by kuronushi to help you fall into slumber. of course it worked, his voice is too angelic for it not to.

he always thought you looked adorable when sleeping, and to make sure you stay in such a peaceful state, he continues to hum a gentle melody as his fingers combed through your hair.

—♡

"mmh~ 'nushi—!" you cried out as his fingers fucked and scissored your cunt with obvious expertise. the juices of your arousal coated his digits, dripping down his hand. "well aren't you such a pretty little thing, hmm?" he coos at you before leaning down to softly kiss at your clit, sending a shiver up your spine as a sweet gasp was drawn from your lips.

it was no doubt that his favorite thing was to eat you out until you cried for him. your vision cloudy from the tears, mind empty with not a single thought other than the pleasure he was delivering to your body, slurring on words that made zero sense.

just the way he likes.

kuronushi likes to make you cum from his long fingers before fucking you. using the liquids of your arousal mixed with the aftermath of your pleasure as lube to easily slide into you—which was exactly what he was about to do. you were about to finally feel him inside you, when suddenly... it hit you.

"...!" you awoke from your explicit dream—but it seems like kuronushi was already making it a reality. your eyes were wide open as you look down to see your nightgown raised to your hips, his hands pulling your thighs apart to reveal your soaking wetness, and of course—his cock that was entering you slowly, having you savor each inch, one by one.

he was deep inside you, filling you to the brim perfectly as if you were made to take him. willingly succumbing to the pleasure, you don't even fight back, the feeling is just too good. you look up at him who was smirking down at your delicate, half awake figure beneath him.

"dream come true?"

[uwo-kun]

this was just for shits and giggles but i guess ppl on twitter really liked it, so ... here's all my personal hcs for the eyes of all the scara facets.

it's not a hard and fast rule i draw them by, tho i always make a point to give kuni tired sanpaku eyes.

[keeeeeji1912]

Kuronushi

[sahisan]

★ summary: kuronushi x fem!reader. shibari with kuronushi. 300 followers special.

☆ cw: nsfw. shibari. praise (poetic praise exactly (or smth like that (i tried))). nushi is nice once again. use of 'slut' twice. use of petnames (songbird, darling). creampie. 1133 words.

☾ a/n: this is 300 followers special fic! thank you all so much for this number, ily all.⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠. also REBLOG PLS IM SHADOWBANNED༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

a shaky exhale leaves your mouth as you watch kuronushi's hands - fingers firstly - tie the red ropes of shibari along your body. he glides them along your porcelain skin, cupping both of your bare breasts with the rope, making a perfect knot exactly in between your tits, then heading lower.

the only sounds are your occasional breaths and rustling of the bedsheets, or the sound of him tightening the knots all over you.

he hears how your breath hitches as his lips fleetingly hover over the skin on one of your breasts, and he grins, basically feeling the heat radiating from your figure. you gulp as kuronushi finishes with the ropes on your chest, his face now inches away from your own, and he begins to wrap the red ropes around your neck. you struggle to stay still, but since his thigh is right under your bare sopping cunt, you can't help the urge to grind slightly on it, desperate in getting any sort of friction since he's been on wrapping you in the silk ropes for what felt like ages for you.

one of nushi's hands stops you abruptly, holding your hip tightly enough to interrupt your little doings. "be still so i can drink you in with my eyes." he says into your ear sensually, voice a quiet whisper that sends shivers down your spine. you pout slightly, but stop your movements and try to stay still. he laughs quietly. "what a perfect pout you have."

after a few long moments, you decide to speak up quietly, voice a tad bit raspy. "are you done yet, nushi?.."

"just a bit more, my songbird. a few more knots and..." he replies, coming to tie another unit on your already tied hands to fixate them to the rope that goes from your neck. "there, all done."

you sigh in relief - but it's not really relief when your body is bound by all these red ropes. kuronushi made sure they're not too tight and not too loose.

you feel his hot breath right on your lips, his eyes staring into yours with a grin as the pads of his fingers trace lines on the skin on your back, and you let out a shaky exhale. his gaze moves to your mouth - your lips, exactly.

"your lips remind me of sakura petals. so soft and perfect for kissing." he murmurs, as he leans in to kiss you, pushing you back onto the mattress to finally pin you to the bed.

nushi's poetic phrases never fail to make you blush.

—

you whine when, in-between his slow and deliberate thrusts, kuronushi buries his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin there as he murmurs the best praise you could've ever heard in your life; that same praise mixed with the poetic phrases from his haiku.

"you're such a treasure..." he whispers, a soft whimper leaving his mouth as the tip of his cock presses onto your cervix, making you moan a loud "nushi-i!.." when breathing out. "so irresistible when i have all the control like this."

his hand glides under your waist, letting his fingers brush against the red ropes that hold your wrists together - his hand creeping lower to hold your lower back with his palm. you arch your back at his touch, making it easier for him to thrust a tad bit faster as he continues to make your skin blend in with the color of the ropes.

"your body- hhah- is a work of art... that i can't stop admiring." he whispers, letting our a small, shaky exhale as he feels the walls of your cunt clenching around his length.

"n-nushi- don't stop.." you mutter, quiet whimpers leaving your lips each time he thrusts his hips forward, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

you wish you could hold him by his shoulders, bring his torso closer and closer until there's no air between your bodies, leave marks from your nails on his back all over, tug on his hair as you sloppily kiss his lips again and again, tongues intertwining together-

-but you're tied. by the damn shibari ropes that you're hopelessly tugging on with your hands and wrists, trying to get closer to him - but no avail.

"someone's trying to escape, huh?" kuronushi whispers, lips now biting on the shell of your ear as he watches you bite your lower lip.

" 'm not- just- ah!.." you moan out loud as he proceeds to thrust into you a bit more roughly now, picking up the pace. you silence yourself by slightly gritting your teeth and biting your lip yet again.

"tsk, no, my darling, keep that pretty mouth opened for me. i want to hear each and every of those lovely sounds of yours." kuronushi chuckles, his thumb coming to rest on your lower lip, sticking it out from the hold of your teeth.

he watches as you comply, and grins. "what a polite slut. you listen so well." he praises, voice getting a dark undertone as his hips continue to keep their rhythm. "what, are you going to cum, sweetheart?" he laughs, a tad bit mockingly, bringing his other thumb to your clit, massaging it to help you with your orgasm. your lips can't keep sealed anymore as you let out little whimpers and whines that start getting more and more uneven when you feel that the tight knot in the pit of your stomach is about to explode.

"nushi, nghh- yes, yes, gonna cum.. please, don't stop..." you mutter, eyelids closing as your body starts to writhe in the hold of the red ropes to get more of his touch.

"go on..." kuronushi taunts, his breathing a bit more erratic as he chases his own release too, thrusts getting more and more impatient at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. "cum on my cock like a good slut."

and that is when that knot inside you explodes. with a loud "nushi!" you tighten and clench around his length, cumming, writhing with your tied body, the shibari ropes adding more to all the friction along your skin. you hear his breath hitching as he feels you bucking you hips into his for a few more moments to ride out the aftermath of your release. a second after that, you sense kuronushi's seed spilling deep inside you, as he cums with a shaky, long whimper, burying his face in your neck as he bites the flesh there, making you squirm under him even more.

"oh... you're exquisite, my songbird." he whispers, breathing heavily in and out. "just as exquisite as the last rays of sun in sunset."

kuronushi will definitely write a new poem once you're both done, but now...

"one more, pretty please?"