#not yet hide-sama

[doodleswithangie]

naruto sketchdump . i just cycled back into my naruto phase (i.e. rewatching naruto, remembering what happened in shippuden, and trying to figure out wtf is going on in boruto). i also went through all my old sketchbooks from 2009, 2010, 2012, and 2016, took that psychic damage, and redrew some of them here! . [Image Description: Digitally cleaned up sketches and doodles of Naruto characters. Alt text is provided and copied under the cut. End ID]

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Image one: Sasuke and Naruto as children lie together linking pinkies, saying, "Best friends?" "Forever!" "Promise?" "Promise."

Image two: Shikamaru and Temari posed together in their different outfits across Naruto and Naruto Shippuden.

Image three: Clockwise from top left:

Sat in a row, Shippuden Choji ties back Ino's hair as she ties back Shikamaru's.

Rock Lee, Tenten, and Neji in sparring clothes from Shippuden Ending 15.

Shippuden Ino teases Shikamaru, saying, "You finally realized you like Temari? Ha!" He hides his blush, saying, "Mind keeping your voice down, Ino?"

A stoic yet teary Neji says, "Hinata-sama, I..." Hinata clasps his hand in hers and says, "It's alright, Neji-nii-san."

Shippuden Kiba, Hinata, and Shino pose with interlocking arms around each other and clasped hands.

Image four: Captioned, "throwback to when I kept joking Gaara loved Naruto and it stopped being a joke." Counterclockwise from top left:

Redraw of Naruto headbutting Gaara during their fight.

Shippuden Naruto presses his forehead against Gaara's with a gentle smile.

A sleeping Gaara rests on Naruto's shoulder.

As Gaara reads, Naruto wraps himself around him and peers over Gaara's shoulder.

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Saving Genya from his big brother only to make out with Sanemi

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,9k

Synopsis: It was never an easy job, being the only one who's able to calm the wind hashira down. There was never more than respect and understanding between both of you. Until you bodly decided to stand up for Genya, until Sanemi finally reveals his true feelings...

Warnings: We're talking about Sanemi so language at violence lol, aggressive making out

I love love love Sanemi and I desperately hope you do as well hehe, enjoy and leave a comment/like/reblog <3

There he stands with his hot temper filling the air and his ruthless beatings torturing the poor souls in front of you. Hashira training never sounded like fun to you, especially when you consider who you’d have to deal with.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, especially.

“Get back up, brat. We’re not finished yet.”

You watch from afar as he hits the poor red-haired poor over and over again. Without any mercy, without the slightest hint of regret. And still, you can’t help but ponder about the way his arms flex and show every vein that decorates his skin. How he moves so effortlessly that your eyes are almost unable to follow. No, it’s not a secret that apart from being a madman, Sanemi Shinazugawa is hot as hell.

And your crush since you joined the demon slayer corps.

“Don’t you think that’s enough for today? The poor boy isn’t even able to stand up straight anymore”, you interfere when he’s about to hit him once again.

 "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were the expert on disciplining. How about me fetching you a chair so you can supervise more comfortably?”

All pairs of eyes are set on you while you step towards the scene in death silence. Apart from everyone else, you aren’t here to train under Sanemi. No, you are a very capable demon slayer yourself, so good that you even managed to beat Mitsuri from time to time. You definetely don’t need Sanemi to train.

In fact, you are here because you’re the only one who is able to tame him apart from Kagaya-sama himself.

"Well, if you ask me so nicely, a chair actually doesn’t sound bad for the next time. Meanwhile, how about we wrap this up? Enough's enough."

Sanemi’s venomous eyes meet yours, tempting you to lose your cool. Within the past few months, you’ve learned how to act around him and that his actions don’t reflect his true feelings at all. Deep within, he is the most caring and compassionate person you’ve ever met, so tender that you’d simply melt away in his touch. He never failed to protect you even if not needed, always made sure you are save before looking out for himself. Damn, he even left his desert for you to eat.

But on the other hand, he’s very good at hiding that side of him.

“Fine. Call it quits for today then. But we two will have a talk later”, he finally mutters before turning around and disappearing without any trace.

Your heart skips a few beats before you’re able to think straight again. Oh, how much you adore him. Just the sheer thought of meeting him alone sends shivers down your spine even though nothing ever happened between you two. After all, you’re only here to look out for him, right?

“Thank you for standing up for me. Now you’ll get in trouble for helping me out”, the red-haired boy lying in front of your feet speaks out while dragging himself up.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I can handle him. Are you alright?”

In the matter of seconds, your eyes scan his body for serious injuries. Nothing, as you expected. Even though his training methods seem rough, he’d never allow himself to truly lay hands on another corps member. Not even him, Kamado Tanjiro. The boy who has what Sanemi always dreamed of.

“Yes, thanks to you. We really need a break after training day and night. Sorry, may I ask you for your name?

“My name is (y/n). Nice to finally meet you in person, Kamado Tanjiro.”

His eyes widen in an instant when you tell him your name. Even though you’re not a hashira, it seems like a lot of corps member know you. A decently skilled swordswoman, a trained doctor who made sure that no one ever died as long as you were around.

“The angel”, he breathes out.

“What an honor to meet you in person!”

In an instant, he gets on his knees and places his head on his flat palms. A pose of deep respect, so intimate that your cheeks heat up in an instant.

“Please, lift yourself off the ground. I don’t deserve your praise-“

“You deserve so much more than that!”, Tanjiro interrupts in an instant.

“Leave her alone. Can’t you see that you’re making her uncomfortable?”, another voice mutters from behind.

A very familiar voice you haven’t heard in quite some time, that makes your heart jump up and down in joy.

“Genya!”, you cry out.

You waste no time. In an instant, you lunge yourself at the now much taller boy and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he cannot escape. Oh, you really missed him. Even though Sanemi states over and over how much he hates his little brother, you always had a weak spot for him. Maybe because you’re able to see his soft side as well or because of the cute way he blushes when you look at him.

“Genya, are you alright? Your face is so red-“

“SHUT UP”, he barks at Tanjiro while you giggle to yourself.

“Why didn’t you send me a crow like I told you to? I was beyond worried about you. But oh I’m so proud. Did you really help to kill an upper moon demon and supported your friends?”

“Well I-“

“Yes he did! He was a big help for all of us!”, Tanjuro interferes immediately.

“(y/n), didn’t I tell you we need to talk?”, someone suddenly barks from the inside.

All color drains from Genya’s face immediately as he turns around with you.

There he stands with his arms crossed in front of his muscular chest, eyes almost piercing through you while the vein on his forehead threatens to pop any minute.

Your heart sinks in an instant. No, don’t let him control you like that, not when you know that he’s just…jealous?

“I needed to talk to Genya first”, you clarify.

“(y/n), please don’t-“

“Oh, is that so? Why would you even look at that trash?”

Thick anger rushes through your veins like the flood. If there’s one thing you hate about Sanemi’s attitude, it’s the way he talks about his little brother.

“I’m looking at you as well, don’t I?”

He flinches ever so slightly, his furrowed eyes now piercing through you like a thousand knives.

“Get inside. Right now.”

“Get some rest you two”, you quickly shout over your shoulder before you disappear into the house with a furious Sanemi by your side.

He slams the door shut behind you so rapidly that it rains plaster.

“What was that, huh?”, he speaks out with threatening low voice.

“I asked your little brother about his mission.”

He cages you between the wall with no way to escape, dangerous eyes locked with yours.

“I told you to stay away from him.”

“And I told you that I don’t care.”

“Why don’t you leave, then?”

“Because I’m the only one who’s able to tame you down”, you bite back.

He huffs in sheer annoyance while pushing himself off the wall. Why does he have to look so vulnerable and strong at the same time, so scary but also mesmerizing?

“You won’t force me to talk to him”, he finally speaks out.

“I want him to leave the corps and get as far away from me as possible.”

“Away from you or away from the danger?”

“I don’t care about him.”

“So you don’t care about me as well?”

Thick silence hangs between both of you while you stare at each other. To this day he never revealed how he truly feels about you. Does he hate you, respect you, love you? You might never know. But your influence on him speaks for itself.

“Go to sleep. We’ll get up early tomorrow.”

Without another word, he leaves you standing in a new wave of ponderings and emotions.

-a few hours later-

Your eyes dart open for no reason. Aimlessly, your orbs roam around the dark room, ears searching for a single sound.

Voices. Shouting. Blows.

Blows?

“Big brother?”

Your heart drops to the floor. That’s Genya. Why does the floor start to vibrate now?

Out of instinct, you yank out of your room, follow a wave of destruction until you finally get what’s going on.

There they stand. Genya with fright written all over his face and Sanemi with orbs so empty you’re almost able to see through them.

Your guts turn uncomfortably as he speeds forward so fast that your eyes are almost unable to follow. Fuck, is he about to pierce through Genya’s eyes?

You waste no time. In the matter of milliseconds, you drag Genya to the ground and therefore safe him from Sanemi’s merciless attack.

“Sanemi.”

You breathe out his name like a prayer.

“Get out of line, (y/n).”

“I can’t allow you to hurt him!”, you cry out, hands still holding onto Genya’s trembling body for dear life.

“You leave me no choice, then.”

It happens faster than you’re able to think. He dashes forward while grabbing the handle of his sword tightly, his eyes and blade darted towards you.

But you don’t even think about leaving Genya. No, you stand your ground in front of him, glossy orbs watching as his blade crashes down straight towards your face.

Until it stops.

“I said move”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“And I said I won’t. Leave Genya alone.”

“Are you really putting up a fight with me, (y/n)? Here, right in front of everyone else?”

You couldn’t care less about the stinging fact that the others are watching you drowned in fear. This goes too far without any doubt.

“You don’t have to do this, Sanemi. Not when we both know you love your little brother dearly”, you breathe out.

“Come on Genya, let’s leave”, Tanjiro’s voice mutters behind you, causing a wave of relief to wash over you.

“I don’t love anyone. Not him, not you, I don’t give a shit about anyone around here”, Sanemi barks back at you with nothing but hatred spilling from his mouth.

Genya doesn’t deserve those words reaching his ear. But apart from that, you can’t escape the sting that fills your heart with agony.

Him, not loving anyone? Of course you never really expected the wind hashira to actually like you back. Of course even him respecting you is more than you could have ever asked for. But somehow you still hoped. Each and every night, you imagined what if would feel like to lay in his arms while listening to his steady heartbeat. Every free second, you pondered about how his lips must feel pressed against yours, how it feels to fall asleep and wake up next to him.

And now he tells you that you mean nothing to him.

You swallow hard, desperately trying to avoid his gaze at any cause. No, you can’t afford to lose yourself right here when everyone is watching.

Out of instinct, you straighten your shoulders and cross your arms in front of your chest.

“If that’s the case, I’m leaving. Good night, wind hashira.”

You don’t care about waiting for an answer. All you want to do right now is going back into your room, going back into safety where he’s not around. How stupid to even consider that Sanemi Shinazugawa could feel anything apart from a little respect for you. You, nothing but an ordinary slayer, still too weak to be called a real hashira. You, apparently nothing but a fool.

Hot tears start to swell up your eyes and cause your vision to get foggy. You never allowed yourself to cry over something so minor. What did you expect, a gut-wrenching love story? With the wind hashira?

“Why did you turn your back on me?”

You flinch so hard that you almost trip over your futon.

“What are you doing here?”, you cry out.

Fuck, this is him, without any doubt. What on earth is Sanemi doing in your room? Just now, when you’re looking like a mess.

“Are you crying?”

“Even if I do, why would you care?”

When your gaze drifts towards his, you feel like drowning and taking your first breath at the same time. He looks so distressed that your heart wrenches all over again. Like a lost puppy, he draws closer until he cages you against the wall. His eyes seem to stare right through your soul, make it hard to produce a single logical thought.

“Why would you even think that, idiot?”

His hand yanks your chin up, forces you to stare at him even more intensely.

“Because you said so yourself”, you bite back.

“You shouldn’t have interrupted me in the middle of teaching Genya a lesson.”

“Teaching him a lesson? You’re breaking that poor boy’s heart-“

“Breaking him? I’m saving him, goddamn!”, he blurts out so suddenly that you shake.

“Saving him? What are you t-“

“Poking his eyes out isn’t that big of a deal, he’d definitely survive. But his career at the demon slayer corps would have been over and out, he would have been saved”, he mumbles frantically.

“That would have meant he’s save, that would have meant he doesn’t die in this shit-“

“Sanemi”, your hands grab his face gently, try to get him out of his constant mumbling.

“He’ll die just like our mother did.”

“Sanemi.”

“I can’t fucking protect you all. Not when you’re around as well, not when you’re not listening just like he does-“

“Sanemi.”

When your eyes meet his, he looks like a troubled child scared of thunder. His glossy orbs stare at you desperately, make your heart ache all over again. All that rambling, giving Genya his coldest shoulder…to protect him?

“You’re just as reckless as him. Not looking out for yourself. What am I supposed to do without both of you around? What if I lose you two as well?”

“You won’t lose anyone, I’m good enough to-“

“How can you know?”, he screams into your face, his voice vibrating through every cell of your body like thunder.

“How can you promise you won’t die? One wrong move and you’re gonna bite the dust. Or you’re at the wrong place at the wrong time like Rengoku-“

It might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done in your entire life, so reckless that you’ll lose Sanemi completely.

But you don’t care.

Before he’s able to talk about the grief within the past any further, you crash your lips against his while holding onto his face for dear life.

Over and over, again and again until your mind finally shuts up, until it’s only you and Sanemi and his puffy lips against yours.

He wraps his arms around you so tightly that you allow your knees to give in, bodies resting against each other so desperately that you feel like dreaming. Countless nights you pondered about the way his frame feels pressed against yours, what the wind hashira might taste like.

Oh, the reality is so much better, so good that you have to convince yourself you’re not dreaming.

“You’re driving me insane. Since the first time I saw you training with Obanai, since you beamed at me with that sickening gorgeous smile. I can’t escape you. I can’t fucking lose you”, he hisses against your mouth before entangling his tongue with yours all over again.

Sparks fly, stars take up your sight completely as you threaten to choke on all the affection and love that hits you with full force.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, you breathe out.

“And risking you’ll never talk to me again? You have to be out of your mind.”

“I’m out of my mind because of you. Because you make me feel all those strange things”, you puff out.

Faster than you’re able to react, he pulls his face away from yours enough to almost drown inside your glossy orbs. For a moment, all the does is staring at you as you desperately gasp for air with your chest rising and falling rapidly. This really happened. Did you really make out with the wind hashira after he tried to murder his little brother, after all the fighting and rambling of today?

“You’re my weakness, (y/n)”, he finally blurts out.

“And I hate that power you have over me. Especially that everyone else knows it.”

You tilt your head to the side. Oh, that’s so true. After all, this is the reason why you were sent here. You are here to make sure he doesn’t go too rough on his students, that his hot temper is kept at least a little cool.

Well, given the heat that radiates from him at this very moment, the last part definitely didn’t go as planned.

“They know about my feeling for you as well.”

His eyes widen while he stares you up and down in sheer disbelief.

“Stop fucking with me”, he grumbles.

“You were too blind to realize that I loved you for so long while I didn’t even think about the opportunity that you might like me back”, you admit with your cheeks turning as hot as the sun.

“You fool.”

He yanks your chin towards his face, a small smile decorating his usual so irritated face.

“I’ll definitely never let you go again now.”

His lips crash into yours and leave your mind blank all over again.

“But I’ll still kick your ass for talking to me so disrespectfully and interfering with Genya.”

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[kingkatsuki]

I started this in March and I finally managed to finish it. It was only supposed to be a short thirst post but yet here we are. Thank you if you decide to give it a go💕

Summary: Tengen thinks Sanemi is wound far too tight, and of course he knows just the way to fix it— by taking him to his favourite brothel.

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, reader is a courtesan, implied!Tengen using their services, virgin!Sanemi, sex as a transaction, slight degradation, praise, blowjobs, cum swallowing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, Sanemi is way too obsessed with reader way too fast (but she likes it!!)

Word Count: 9.4k.

“Allow yourself to indulge a little, my friend,” Tengen clapped his shoulder with a grin, “After all that’s what this district is for.”

“I have no time for indulgence.” Sanemi scoffed, ripping his shoulder out of Tengen’s grip as he bared his front incisors.

It was already insufferable enough that he’d had to spend the last few nights with the Sound Pillar, but it was made worse by the grand spectacle he’d made when they’d both entered the entertainment district for the first time. The bright lights paired with the bustling crowds seemed to evoke even more intolerable actions from Uzui and Sanemi couldn’t wait to get home.

“There’s always time for indulgence, my friend,” He persisted, not taking his answer for gospel as he continued down the brightly illuminated street, “And don’t you want to experience the soft touch of a woman?”

“Why would I want to do that?” Sanemi sneered, rolling his eyes as Tengen waved over at a group of women who were standing at the entrance to an establishment trying to coax him over.

All Sanemi wanted to do was find a bed at the local inn and rest his head for a few hours so he could be alert when searching for the demon that was rumoured to be sighted in the area. It disgusted him that people were seemingly still out satiating themselves with cheap frivolity when lives were at risk.

“You can’t die a virgin,” He continued, mid-wave, “How embarrassing.”

“You need to assess your priorities if that is what you assume to be an embarrassment.” He snapped, “Not when there are still demons alive—”

“Ah, I worry as much as you,” Sanemi highly doubted it, “But You never know you might find yourself relaxing a bit.” Tengen persisted, “Might find yourself less angry.”

Sanemi sneered as he balled his hands into a fist, preparing to land a strike against his cocky fellow hashira before Tengen pulled back the purple fabric to a building at the side of them, stepping inside the brothel.

“You can wait outside if you want, I’m sure you’ll find the street performers more than entertaining.”

Sanemi glanced towards the rowdy men who were currently playing instruments in the middle of the street, the loud noise irksome as people stopped to dance with them. Scrunching his nose in irritation as he turned to face the Sound Pillar.

“Fine,” His lips smoothed into a thin line, “But you’re fuckin’ paying.”

Sanemi lingered outside as he stared at the wisteria pattern against the curtain. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought before he took a deep breath and followed inside.

“Ah, Mr Uzui, your usual?”

“Not today,” He clapped a hand on Sanemi’s shoulder, “I’ve brought a friend.”

Sanemi could see the girls in the background begin to cower away, even though they tried to hide it. Shrugging Uzui’s hand off his shoulder with a growl of irritation as he tried to avoid the pairs of eyes watching him intently, jaw locked as he sucked in a breath of air.

“How wonderful, Uzui-sama.” The lady bowed as she motioned to a young girl, “Our Oiran is unavailable now, but I’m certain she will more than suffice.”

The girl cowered in fear as she was given a push in her lower back in an attempt to get her feet to start working, the poor thing. She’d barely been here a week and she’d already had a difficult afternoon with a travelling samurai who’d assumed being rough was included with the price.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Shinazugawa.” Uzui called out from behind him as Sanemi glared in irritation. There was certainly no chance of that happening, especially at the sight of the young girl that looked close to tears.

“It would be my honor to serve you tonight, my Lord.” You chanced stepping forward, feeling your Madame turn to glare at you.

“Remember your place,” She jeered, the same sickly sweet smile on her face to mask her indignation before turning back to the hashira, “I’m sorry, Shinazugawa-sama. Please let us show you to your room—”

“I want her.” He cut her off coldly, tired eyes matching your gaze as an unfamiliar heat lingered in your chest.

“Not to question your choice, my Lord. But we have many excellent options here—”

“Keep them.” He stepped towards you as you took this as your moment to turn around. Ignoring your Madame’s calls for him to enjoy his night, and request a change at any time if he so desired. It was no wonder she was worried about you tarnishing her reputation, trying to palm to hashira off on someone far more weak willed. But you were intrigued by the man from the moment he stepped through the door, and the poor girl needed a chance to recover from her ordeal.

You could practically feel his eyes on you as you led him down the wooden hallway towards your room, keeping enough of a distance as you slid the screen door open gently. Stepping to the side to invite him in with a slight bow of your head as the white-haired man followed into the room, scrunching his nose at the potent smell of flowers that permeated the air as you closed the door behind you. It was sickly sweet, worse than the ohagi he’d cook at home; invading his senses as he tried to ignore the scent throbbing at the back of his skull.

You could feel how awkward he was, lingering by the doorway as you could cut the tension in the air with a blade. Smoothing down the front of your kimono as you stood in front of him, noticing the way his lavender eyes took note of the futon in the corner of the room.

So this was the seedy shit that Uzui got up to in his free time? Sanemi scoffed.

An impertinent man with three wives who still managed to find the time to spend in the arms of another. Having one woman would be enough of a nuisance, he thinks. But juggling four sounded like pure greed.

“Can I get you anything Shinazugawa-sama?” You smiled, “Tea? Sake? We also have fresh onigiri—”

Sanemi wished you’d stop calling him that. He usually delighted in the honorific when he was called it by others, but the saccharine lilt to your voice as you danced along his name had his cock pulsing between his thighs uncomfortably.

“No.” He bit back the insult that threatened to follow as you nodded in affirmation.

“Well, you’re welcome to make yourself comfortable for your time here,” You continued, “Our services are open to the Hashira for as long as they see fit.”

He scoffed at that, knowing that a Hashira’s pocket was rarely empty so it made sense they’d want to make as much money from them as possible.

“We don’t have to do anything,” You smiled softly, noticing he was silent as he remained still. The cogs in his head slowly turned as he wondered why he’d even agreed to this in the first place, how he’d even made it this far.

“You think I’m scared or somethin’?” Sanemi gibed, maybe a little harsher than intended, but it felt warranted. Your words made it seem as though you were questioning his valour. And Shinazugawa Sanemi never backed down in fear, especially not like this.

“No,” You tilted your head to the side and Sanemi felt his heart rattle at his cages with how cute you looked. Trying to fight the heat that was slowly rising through his body and tickling the tips of his ears.

He felt hot. If he’d have known this was how easily it was to increase his body temperature warm enough to potentially receive a mark, he would’ve demanded that Uzui bring him here a long, long time ago—

“I can just tell you’ve never been here before,” You hummed, “It’s probably unfamiliar to what you’re used to.”

You were right. Sanemi felt completely out of his depth.

“I have no desire to frequent a whorehouse.” He spat, masking his vulnerability. And yet he was acutely aware of the way you didn’t flinch like many would, cowering away from him in fear as though he were a coiled snake ready to attack.

It was at that moment your eyes met his across the room, and for the first time, he recognised the desolate emptiness in your eyes. He recognised it because it was the same one he held whenever he glanced at his reflection. So much time spent wallowing in self-loathing and pity, forcing himself to submerge himself in sheer hatred instead of looking at the ones around him. Sanemi could tell you’d been through a lot too, suffering at the hands of many while being forced into a life you’d never wanted for yourself. Much like him.

“But you’re here anyway, so you might as well relax for the time,” You smiled back, and it only pained him more that he’d spoken to you with such callousness, “And at least you can avoid your friend for a few hours.”

“Is that what all your visitors come here to do?” He sneered but did not attempt to move.

“To linger in the doorway?” You raised a brow, “No, you would be the first.”

Sanemi felt a heat rise all the way to the tips of his ears at this, noticing he’d barely stepped inside the room since you’d brought him this far.

“I don’t bite, you know.” You laughed as you watched him frozen in place.

Could you tell he was a virgin? He wondered if it was obvious from the way he lingered as his body became engulfed in flames. Willing the ground to swallow him whole at the prospect of appearing so inexperienced, and he was surprised at how much he cared.

“We have many people that come here just to talk,” You smiled, settling down into a kneel, “But you don’t seem like much of a talker.”

But that’s not why he was here, he thinks. The proposition had been offered to him, and Uzui had certainly never mentioned talking. “The perfect medicine!” He’d clapped him on the back as he’d led him towards the establishment, a haughty smile on his face. Sanemi was here to try and settle his temper, to blow off some steam. And yet here he still stood stoic in the doorway, silence hanging in the air.

“Well, if you don’t like to talk. Maybe you’d like to watch?” You offered up the option, as Sanemi froze.

What?

He was certain he wouldn’t make it from this room alive, spending years fighting demons only to be scuppered by a beguiling temptress like you. Positive Uzui had fed him to the wolves the moment he stepped through the doors to this establishment and pulled back the curtain.

Sanemi’s tongue slipped out to wet his lips, a futile action when his throat was this dry, as he played back your offer in his head. The words echoed in his ear as he wondered how he was supposed to receive them, whether he needed to say yes or if you would be so kind as to show him exactly what you meant.

He’d never thought much of laying with a woman before. His line of work failed to offer much chance of finding a suitable wife and settling down, even though Uzui had managed to find three. More interested in ridding the world of the scourge of demons instead of cheap frills and frivolity. Sanemi’s only glimpses of breasts had been in onsens or walking through the Red light district. Enough to have his cock pulsing between his thighs as he fought the temptation, but nothing like how you made him feel standing in front of him right now.

“Uzui-sama had said to show you—”

“Can’t you just get on with it?” He cut you off, definitely a little harsher than intended. But it’s to be expected when he’s like a wild deer backed into a corner, as you mentioned the shepherd that had dragged him to the slaughter.

He was going to kill Uzui-sama when he got out of this, he scoffed, the man probably only attended the house to hear that honorific.

“Of course, Shinazugawa-sama.” You smiled, as Sanemi’s eyes now focused on your smaller hands teasing the opening of your kimono, his cock bucking under his pants at the same honorific, “So you can learn how to please a woman.”

Sanemi didn’t want a woman, he had no intention of pleasing anyone. And yet he found himself wondering on what it would be like to please you. Whether your eyes would roll, or your toes would curl. Thinking about the saccharine sigh of his name tumbling from your lips when he had you on the crux of your bliss. And then he began to wonder whether any man had ever pleased a woman inside these four walls, whether a man had ever pleased you—

“Is that even important?” He scoffed, lips coiled into a sneer as you sat back on your haunches.

“Well, it depends. I’m sure as long as you have a woman to lay with you’ll find your pleasure,” You smiled, finding no offence in his question, “But if you help her find her pleasure you’ll be far more satisfied.”

Sanemi felt the heat inside him start to burn as you pressed him to stay. Telling himself it was out of pure intrigue as he lowered his sword to the floor, his palm still clasped over it as he made his decision to stay.

You managed to get him to kneel, although he positioned himself with one foot on the ground. Knee bent as though he was preparing to flee the scene the moment this became too much.

“So you’re only here because of your friend?” You posed the question to him in an attempt to break the ice, though it was more than obvious to be true.

The hunched shoulders and flushed cheeks made it wholly apparent that this wasn’t one of his usual haunts. And that the Hashira felt extremely out of place—

Awkward.

“He seems to think I’m wound too tight,” Sanemi grunted, eyes focused on the way you languidly disrobed.

If he had the confidence he’d reach across the room and pull the haori down your shoulders himself, telling you to hurry up. He’d never witnessed someone take so long to disrobe, although he supposed this was some sort of show you were supposed to put on for the drunken men who frequented the establishment. So he held back, watching as the fabric finally pooled around you.

“So he brought you here to let off some steam.” You smile, beginning to work on the buttons at the front of your kimono.

“And what say you?” He sneered, “What do you think?”

“I’d say your job is difficult,” You whispered, slowly pulling back the front of your kimono to expose your naked breasts to his prying gaze.

Sanemi didn’t say anything, but you noticed his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. Nostrils flaring as he exhaled softly as the fabric fell around you to join your haori.

“It’s no wonder you have so much rage inside.” You continue, hands delicate in your lap as you allow him to look at you, “It’s okay to let it out. To release some tension—”

You were right, Sanemi supposed. Although since being inside this building he somehow felt worse— the tension continuing to build inside his abdomen as his pelvis tightened uncomfortably, his heavy cock throbbing with desire as it pressed against the front of his uniform. Shifting his thighs as he tried to give himself some slight relief from the incessant throb, as you did little to satiate it when you began to tease your naked breasts.

“Are you a virgin, Shinazugawa-sama?” You asked, although you were certain you already knew the answer.

“What’s it to you?” He mocked, “You’re just a common whore ready to spread her legs. It’s your job—”

“I’m sorry, my Lord.” You smile softly, finding no malice in his words. It was clear he was trying to deflect your question, as though the answer burned him to say, “I was certain you wanted to talk.”

You were worried you may have pushed him too much, that he would turn and flee the room and leave you naked and alone. Or worse— attack.

You’d had it happen before. Men who would enter the building of their own free will, before turning on you at the last moment. Hands wound tight around your neck as they blamed you for cheating on their wives, for making them do this. And it wasn’t just the men who had nothing else to lose; the ones that would spend their final gold on a night with a woman. These were respected members of society— samurai, business owners, and demon slayers. And perhaps that’s why every other woman had cowered in fear when the Wind Pillar had stepped through the door, because they expected nothing less from the ruthless Hashira.

But he looked vulnerable.

“If you don’t want to talk,” You continued to pull back the fabric of your kimono to expose your naked frame to his lilac eyes, the material cascaded down your body and onto the floor as you allowed him to drink in the sight of you. His eyes roamed your naked skin as they followed a path along your sternum, between the valley of your breasts until they settled on your chubby mound, “I’m certain there are other things we could do that would please you.”

Sanemi’s throat seized as he watched your hands reach up to mould against your round breasts, the skin dipping beneath your touch as you let out a soft, satisfied gasp. A sound that sent jolts of electricity surging through his veins. Enough to have his hands balling into tight fists that settled on top of his thighs as blunt nails dug into his palms, focused on the way your nipples hardened as you pinched and rolled them between your thumb and forefinger.

“You can touch me, you know,” You murmured, “I don’t mind.”

Sanemi swallowed thickly at the invitation. It was why he was here, after all. But somehow it felt daunting to reach out and close the gap, unsure where he should even start with you as he stayed stoic across the room.

You chanced scooting towards him across the wooden floor, settling yourself in front of him as you reached out to grasp one of his tightly closed fists. Gently prying his fingers open as he allowed you to contort his hand, splaying his fingers as you laced your fingers through his own, threading them together as your warmth engulfed him.

The action felt too intimate, which felt peculiar to say when he was sat opposite a half-naked stranger. And yet, he found himself not wanting to pull away. He leaned into your touch, his palm squeezing yours as you took it for reassurance, a soft smile on your face as he found himself beginning to relax.

“It’s okay,” You cooed, “We can just sit like this if you’d prefer.”

You were delighted when you felt the tense muscles in his hand begin to relax as his clenched jaw softened.

“Or we can tell your friend we did everything you wanted,” You continue with a laugh, “And that way it wouldn’t be a lie.”

And Sanemi wished he could put all his wants into words. The thoughts that now ran rampant through his mind as he breathed in the candied scent of you, feeling you lean closer to pepper gentle kisses to the side of his jaw. Tickling his skin against the growing stubble that left a shadow as you moved forward to place your hand flat against his muscular thigh.

“There wouldn’t be a need to lie.” Sanemi’s voice was rough like gravel as he tried desperately to wet his tongue, the roof of his mouth giving no appeasement as his Adam’s apple bobbed thickly.

“Oh?” You murmured, feeling no hint of him pulling away as you leaned back to face him. Your breath fanning his skin as you looked at him through thick, long lashes. Sultry eyes flickering towards his chapped lips before returning his gaze, “So what would you like us to tell him?”

“W-what?” Sanemi stuttered, cursing himself for sounding so pathetic.

“What is it you’d like to tell him?” You smiled softly, your hand slipping higher along his thigh, “What stories do you want to return with?”

And now Sanemi was certain this was the closest he’d come to death.

“Maybe I can suck your cock?” The words almost had him falling apart as he focused on every syllable, unused to someone speaking to him with such candour.

“Uh- yeah.” He felt the embarrassment begin to bloom inside him at his pathetic response as his eyes bore into your own.

You managed to get him on his back, chest heaving as you began to unfasten the belt around his hips. Watching the way his gut clenched in anticipation as you palmed him softly through the rough fabric, causing his hips to buck as he cursed beneath his breath.

“You feel big, Shinazugawa-sama.”

“Call me Sanemi.” He barked back gruffly, wanting to hear the sweet sound of his name leave your lips instead.

“Of course, Sanemi.” You cooed. Never making it to the futon as you straddled his thighs where he lay on the hardwood floor. Shrugging off the rest of your kimono to leave your body completely bare above him as he had to try to remember to breathe.

It was difficult to think when he noticed just how close your bare cunt was to his crotch, certain he could feel the warmth radiating from it against his thigh as you began to tug his pants down. Enough to free his aching cock as it drooped hard and heavy against his pelvis, long enough to follow the curve of his hip as the uncut tip leaked pearlescent beads of pre. Your stomach swirled at the sight of him, what he lacked in size he made up for in sheer girth. Thick, bulging veins forking along his girth as you imagined how he would feel buried inside you, the stretch as he fucked to into the shape of him. The thoughts had your neglected cunt throbbing around nothing as you felt warm slick begin to pool between your thighs.

“I was right— you are big.” You noted, wrapping a slender hand around him at the base as his hips jerked in surprise. Biting back a sharp hiss from between clenched teeth at the sensation as his palms instantly balled into fists at his sides.

“Is that what you say to every man that passes through here?” Sanemi spat, but he secretly hoped this wasn’t the case. He was filled with the incessant desire to impress you, to have you fawning over him. Even though none of this was real.

“No, actually,” You smiled, “I think it might actually hurt if you fuck me.”

Sanemi’s cock kicked with your blase tone, certain he was about to come undone from your words alone. But as if that weren’t enough, he felt himself choking back a grunt when you leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his leaking tip. Licking your lips to taste his pre as you stared up at him from under thick lashes, “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

Sanemi almost snorted at this. As though he wouldn’t be able to overpower you and push you off in an instant, you wouldn’t stand a chance—

“Oh, fuckin’ shit—” All conscious thoughts were ripped away from him the moment you wrapped your lips around his cock. Catching you by surprise as his hips jerked roughly, forcing more of his length inside your wet mouth as the heady tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat. The sudden motion caused you to gag as you pulled back to cough and splutter, and Sanemi felt downright depraved when he throbbed at the sight of you. Strings of spit mixed with his pre connected him to your mouth as he groaned, noticing the fat tears that now clumped in your lashes as he tried to remember to breathe, “I’m sorry, I’m—”

“It’s okay,” You brushed him off with a smile, your warm palms stroked softly against his hairy thighs as he tried to calm his body down, “I actually liked it.”

You liked it? Gods, you were certain to be the death of him.

You took him into your mouth again as he fought back the urge to cant his hips forward, growling when your tongue began to trace the bulging veins along his length. Hollowing your cheeks as you began to gently bob your head along him as the hand wrapped around his base began to massage his heavy balls.

It was no wonder Uzui always seemed particularly cheery if this was what he got to experience at home. Sanemi’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he clenched them shut, positive that one look at you with your lips wrapped around him would have him coming undone in an instant.

“You can hold my head, show me what you like.” You murmured against the tip of his cock as you pulled back for air before swallowing him again. Coaxing him to touch you, to move you how he’d like to be treated, and Sanmei wondered why he should even bother when this already felt like heaven.

The whiny, desperate whine that vibrated around his cock the moment he held the back of your head in a large palm was his answer. Your throat instantly tightened around him as he swallowed back another debauched moan, tightening his grip as he began to help you bob your head along his cock. Careful not to hurt you as he pushed you down so the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat with each downward motion, something that had him leaking even more pre as the salty taste dampened your tongue.

Sanemi could already feel his balls tightening in anticipation, your movements sending him closer to bliss as he used your mouth for his own pleasure.

There’s something about being the only person to see Shinazugawa Sanemi like this. A strong, powerful man who strikes fear into the hearts of many brought to his knees as you tower over him.

His cheeks blaze fiery red as the bloom spreads to the tips of his ears as you wrap his cock into a gentle fist, squeezing the base as he tries to stop his hips from canting forward pathetically. The noise that spills from his lips is more akin to an injured animal as he tries to stop himself from spilling his release so easily. But this is exactly what you do to him, the only person that can make him feel this way.

“Do something.” His tone is cold and brash, but there’s no real malice behind it as you have him as close to begging as you can.

Your fingers slip lower from his balls as you run your thumb along his taint, dipping into the sensitive skin as you have Sanemi’s hips bucking wildly as he catches you completely off guard as he cums with a depraved snarl. Hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt from his pulsing cock as you catch them in your mouth, coating your throat in his potent seed as his chest heaves from the intensity. His hand remains rough at the back of your head as he forgets his hold on you, keeping you pinned on his cock as he fills you with his release.

It’s only when you splutter that Sanemi realises his hold on you, pulling away as though he’s been burned as his lilac eyes stare down at you with worry. Watching you quiver as you cough and splutter again, as he sits up in an instant to cup your neck and assess if you’re okay.

“Shit, I’m sorry—” He rasps, his cock still half-hard and doused in your spit as it hangs between you. “I didn’t mean to— are you okay?”

And for the first time, it feels as though he’s let his walls down. The worry in his tone, paired with his wide eyes show you the concern that you hadn’t expected from the harsh Wind Pillar when he’d first entered the room, and yet here he was offering you more kindness and compassion than a lot of your previous visitors.

Your throat burns, but you answer him by parting your lips and lolling your tongue out so he can see that you’ve swallowed every drop of cum he’d given you. An action that already has his cock stirring for more attention as Sanemi bites back the harsh groan that threatens to rumble deep in his chest at the sight of you.

You really had no idea that you’d be the complete undoing of him, he supposed as he allowed his thumb to brush against your soft cheek. Smiling when you leaned into his touch, still settled between his thighs.

He decided at that moment he’d quite like to kiss you. Uncertain if that was even something people did in these establishments, whether you’d even allow him to. Wondering if you’d ever wanted to kiss any of the men you’d spent time with working here, whether you’d even want to kiss him. Remembering that this was probably nothing more than a job to you, another way to pay off your debts and get yourself out.

He’d get you out if he could. Spare you from all the disgusting, rowdy creeps that you have to deal with daily and protect you from the horrors of this world.

“Are you okay?” You tilted your head to the side as Sanemi was brought back from his thoughts.

“Weren’t you gonna show me how to please a woman?” He ignored your question as his chapped lips brushed against the curve of your jaw.

“Oh,” Your cheeks flushed with a delicate flourish as warmth bloomed across your skin, “Oh, yeah.”

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you’d even be able to handle his touch on your skin. Your cunt already throbbing wanton and desperate with need as your slick began to soak your inner thighs, positive no one else had made you feel like this before.

Reaching out to wrap your smaller palm around his wrist as he allowed you to move it how you pleased, lifting it to move it to settle against one of your soft breasts.

“Oh,” You heaved a sigh as your fingers stayed wrapped around his wrist as Sanemi began to clench his fingers, barely a squeeze as though he was worried about hurting you as you coaxed him for more, “That feels good.”

The words seemed to encourage him as he began to massage the soft skin, calloused fingers grazing against your sensitive nipples that had you crying out for him. Pleased when he took the initiative to give your other breast the same attention, your cheeks flushed as he stared shamelessly at your exposed skin.

Reaching down you circled a hand around his thick wrist, raising his hand as you placed his calloused palm against your warm breast. Thick lashes fluttered on impact as you looked down at the way he encompassed it, fingers barely flexing as he noticed the way his hand circled it. You ground your hips against him, his semi-hard cock poking into the swell of your ass as you remained seated on his abdomen. The motion pressed you harder against his hand as he began to clench his fingers, squeezing the supple skin as a breathy whine escaped your lips.

Sanemi hadn’t seen many breasts, but he was certain that you were the prettiest by far. Gaining more confidence as he started to squeeze at the soft skin, his thumb grazing over one of your hardening nipples as it stiffened to a taut peak. Biting down on glossy lips you watched him focused and intent, giving the same attention to the other side as he began to palm them both.

Sanemi inhaled softly when your fingers began to busy themselves with the fastenings of his shirt, spreading what little was left to push it off his shoulders along with his haori. Your eyes trailed over each raised scar that marred his perfect skin, fingertips delicately brushing over each line of rough skin and puckered flesh. Giving the same amount of attention to each one, knowing that they all held their own story. Spending slightly longer on the long ones that crossed against the front of his chest, dangerously close to his heart as your palm stopped against his sternum to feel his heart hammering against his chest.

Sanemi had never found his scars repulsive, but for some reason beneath your gaze, he felt self-conscious. Worried that you may find him hideous and cower away from him like most others did. Others, whose opinions he didn’t care about, but yours?

“I know they appear ugly.”

“They’re not ugly,” You hum softly, “I’m just sorry you had to go through the pain to receive them.”

Some scars run deeper, ones that don’t mark and marr his skin. The ones that permeate through to his heart, twisting and contorting as they sear into him hotter than any flame. Demons that keep him awake at night as he’s forced to relive the moments he’s received them, times that he’s faced certain death— and perhaps he deserved it. The pain of receiving them was often forgotten by Sanemi. The hurt and damage from each scar would never equate to the feeling of seeing his loved ones slain, from losing his family.

“But each one tells a story,” You continued, smiling softly. Fingertips stroking over the raised scars there, following the damaged skin as you mapped out every curve and ridge. “Each one holds a reason as to why you’re still here.”

Sanemi had never had someone touch him like this before, he’d never been handled with such care. It was at that moment that Sanemi decided he didn’t want you with anyone else, that you were his and only his.

“We all have scars, but some we try to hide more than others.” You hummed.

Fuck it. He thought as he reached around your neck to pull you into a fierce kiss, catching you off guard. His teeth clashed against your soft lips as he fought to deepen in, inexperience shining through his actions as his nose bumped yours roughly. His movements were sloppy and unpractised as he was far too chaste; too eager. Your lips follow along with his to try and guide him, your tongue teasingly laps at the corner of his lips and he does little to stop you. Trying to anticipate your movements as his lips fall open, granting you entrance as you smile against him.

Your fingers splay against his jaw, holding him steady to help slow him down. Moving your lips with purpose as your tongue brushed past his parted ones, delving into his mouth as you swallowed the moans that vibrated at the back of Sanemi’s throat. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss as you felt his arms encircle you to pull you closer, tightening his grip on you as if no matter how close you were it would never be enough.

His still half-hard cock is trapped between your bodies as you shamelessly roll your hips, pressing your lower half against it for some sweet relief as your cunt virtually burned with neglect. You’d never felt so on edge as you were tempted to reach down and press two fingers to your puffy clit to give yourself some respite. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by the perceptive Hashira who broke the kiss to stare between your bodies.

Sanemi’s fingers were warm as they brushed through your messy folds, hiding your face in his neck as you felt his knuckle graze your clit. A whiny, breathless sigh warmed his skin when he felt your tight hole begin to catch against the calloused pad of his finger.

How were you this fucking wet already and he’d barely touched you? Was this all for him?

“Please,” You murmured. Sanemi felt you roll your hips against his hand, as though you were trying to drop yourself down on his finger, eager for stimulation. Granting your wish as he slipped a solo finger inside you, baulking when he felt how warm, wet and tight you were.

Sanemi wasn’t foolish, he knew about sex. But he just had no idea that this is what you looked like down there, what you felt like. How was he supposed to fit his cock inside here when you were this tight? Surely he’d split you in two.

The moan that left your lips was debauched, and the sound surged directly to his cock. Swallowing thickly as he pressed forward again, letting the calloused pad of his finger press against your velvety walls. Trying to draw another noise like that from your throat.

Sanemi was gentle and precise compared to the other men that frequented the establishment, so used to your pleasure being unimportant as they were quick to push into you with little care or decency. Fulfilling their own needs and leaving you a crumpled, fragile mess after with comments on how thankful you should be that they were helping to pay off your debt. Glad that most men that you encountered seemed to only want comfort, a warm body to lay beside so they could fool themselves for a moment that they mattered to someone.

“Is this okay?” His voice was laced with uncertainty, his finger plunging into your tight sex as he grazed your ridged walls.

“Curl it,” You murmured, breaking off into a high-pitched gasp when he brushed against the sensitive spot inside you. Your reaction was an indication he’d found what he’d been searching for as he focused his movements against it. Deft and precise as Sanemi began to pump the lone finger in and out of you, lilac eyes focused on the way your face contorted in pleasure.

“Yeah?” He hummed in satisfaction, “You like that?”

Your cunt clenched around him in response, biting down on your bottom lip as you found yourself rolling your hips in tandem with him, moving one of your hands from his shoulders to slip between your bodies to join his as you pressed slow, precise circles against your needy clit.

“What are you doing?” His voice turned to a deep snarl, brows furrowed as he watched you touch yourself in front of him.

“Touching my clit.” You gasped as he knocked your hand away roughly, moving his thumb to press blindly against your slit to replace it.

“I’ll do it,” He growled, the authoritative lilt to his tone had you trembling as he made rough strokes in an attempt to find your sensitive nub, “There?”

He questioned as he rubbed the junction of your labia, pressing against your folds as you tried to lift your hips to position his hand.

“No,” You murmured, holding his wrist before moving your slender fingers towards his thumb to press the pad of it flat against your clit. Whining on contact as his touch felt instantly better than your own, “Here— can you feel it?”

“Yeah,” Sanemi released the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding in as he began to press tough, persistent circles against it while curling his finger inside you.

“Add another finger, please?” You begged, moving your hands back to his broad shoulders to support yourself as you continued to match his movements.

“Yeah?” He murmured, pressing both fingers against the spongy spot inside you as he began to thrust them languidly, tilting his head back to stop you from shying away from his gaze as he watched your face morph into pleasure, “You like that?”

“So good,” You affirmed, feeling the coil inside you start to wind and tighten as Sanemi focused on your pleasure. Certain your cunt was drooling into his open palm as he followed your movements, pressing deeper each time you tried to roll your hips, “I’m close.”

“Then cum.” His voice commanded, his tone curt and domineering as you found yourself succumbing to the pleasure that threatened to spill over. Your cunt clenched desperately around his digits as you came with a choked gargle of his name, white spots blanking your vision as your entire body convulsed. Sanemi’s other hand splayed flat at the arch of your back to stop you from toppling backwards as he continued to press messy circles into your throbbing clit, prolonging the sensation, “Good girl.” The words had you throbbing as he helped you ride out your bliss.

“I—” You panted, at a loss for words as your nails dug into the delicate skin on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake that Sanemi hoped would scar.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum.” Sanemi grunted, and you had to rip his hand away from your poor sex when the sensation became too much. Already feeling him forcing you towards another—

“You shouldn’t be so good at that, Shinazugawa-sama.” You groaned in satisfaction, pulling back as you noticed his cock practically leaking against his chest from the sight of you. Leaving silvery lines of pre against his skin as he sat hard and ready for you.

“What did I say to call me?” He rasped.

“Sanemi,” You breathed, and the Wind Pillar was certain he would never tire of hearing his name flow from your lips.

Was it normal to fall in love the first night with someone? With a courtesan no less. Sanemi wondered how many men had stepped through the doors of this house with the same question, returning to spend the night with a woman who was only interested in how deep their pockets were. But it somehow felt different with you— the look in your eyes made it feel like it was something more than just a transaction. And well, if it wasn’t Sanemi was positive he’d give every last penny he owned for one more night with you.

“It’s okay if you want to stop,” You smiled gently, hoping that he wouldn’t. Your cunt clenched desperately around nothing as you yearned for him, wanting to feel him stretch you out in the most intoxicating way.

You were certain it was going to hurt judging from the sheer mass that was now resting between your thighs, thick and heady. Feeling the tip almost graze your belly button as you imagined just how deep he would be inside of you. Your cunt fluttered in anticipation as he began to stroke the fat tip of his cock between your messy folds. Feeling them part for him as he nudged against your sensitive clit, making you cry out for him as he repeated the motion.

“Why would I stop?” He bit back, “You’re getting paid aren’t you?”

He hated himself for the words that left his lips, the regret evident on his features the moment he’d uttered them. But it was what he did. Pushing people away before they got too close, before he let them in—

“I’m sorry,” He murmured apologetically, “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” You cut him off with a small smile, used to hearing far worse as you smoothed a hand through the light hairs that scarred against his chest, “Are you ready?”

And Sanemi was certain he’d never been more prepared for anything in his life, his palms still planted firmly against your hips as he watched you reach down to wrap your palm around his drooling cock.

Holding it upright as you leaned forward to adjust yourself so the building tip was pressed against your right entrance. His fingers were no match for the stretch of the engorged tip as you slowly began to coax him inside. The first inch was painful, a delicious ache swirling in your abdomen as you tried to relax. Inhaling deeply as you gave an experimental roll of your hips, forcing another inch inside as you began to feel the stretch. The protruding veins that forked along his girth did nothing to ease the tension as you could practically feel them throb against your inner walls as you sank lower onto him.

Sanemi wasn’t fairing much better, his pupils blown as he was certain he could see every shade of colour. His grip against your hips bruising now as he tried to think of anything but the sensation of your cunt wrapped around him for the first time. He was barely halfway inside, and now he was positive he wouldn’t last by the time you made it to the base— his balls already drawn up and heavy as he imagined emptying his seed into your ripe cunt.

You were so fucking warm, and drenched. It was making it difficult to think as your slick left creamy rings around the girth of his cock, drooling down to his balls as you soaked his skin. Sanemi found himself becoming lightheaded, blindly pawing for your waist to centre himself. The back of his head knocked against the wooden floor as he readjusted his hips, giving you a few more inches as you moaned at the sensation. Catching yourself with soft palms against his chest as you rolled down into his touch, his stiff cock almost wholly inside you as you felt the messy hairs that sat at his base tickle your clit.

You still for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation. But it feels like a moment too long for Sanemi, a moment that drives him closer to the desperate release his body already craves. His hefty balls are already tight and pulsing as they threaten to spill into your eager hole.

It’s as though you notice when you start to roll your hips above him. But Sanemi reckons this is worse— your tits sway with your alluring movement, the cool air in the room hits his cock when you rise your hips to pull off him before seating yourself back down and he’s certain you’ll be the death of him. That Uzui will find the shattered remains of his body in this very room as he dies buried deep inside your molten cunt. How had he managed to continue life for so long without feeling this? It’s now the only pleasure he ever wants to indulge in as he watches you intently through blown eyes.

“Are you okay?” You hum with a teasing swirl of your hips and Sanemi has to wet his lips to reply. His tongue rolls over white teeth before clearing his throat, a heavy rumble in his chest as calloused fingers dip into the fat at your hips.

“‘m fine,” It’s all he can muster. Certain if he says more it’ll be over, and Sanemi doesn’t want this to be over, “Fuckin’ tight.”

“You feel so good,” You offer in return, “Stretching me so much—”

And Sanemi isn’t sure he even wants to hear it. Uncertain whether it’s because you have his cock pulsing from your sultry tone that leaves him shaking on the crux of his climax, or that he thinks you’re lying. Another deceitful line you give to all your paying customers.

“Shinazugawa-sama.” You breathe and Sanemi feels his Adam’s apple throb in his throat.

“Sanemi,” He growls, low and domineering, “I said call me Sanemi.”

“Sanemi.” You parrot, and the sound of it has his hips jerking sloppily as he fucks up into you, his name now sounded from your lips like a dull mantra, “Sanemi.”

Your hands are splayed across his chest as you try to keep your movements consistent, hips rolling against him as you ride his cock. Trying to commit the sight to memory as your eyes follow every line and scar that settles across his skin, soft fingertips following them as you ride him. An indication of just how powerful the man beneath you is, the man you’ve brought to his knees.

“Oh, fuck.” You sound out, and Sanemi thinks it’s cute the sound of such a vulgar word spilling from your sweet lips.

And Sanemi wants to make you make more sounds like that, to pull every one from your pretty throat and commit each one to memory. Remembering every saccharine lilt and coo as though he’s conducting his own debauched symphony. Sounds that will comfort him when he thinks of you, of this. He moves his hand from your hip, pressing a thumb against your pelvis before dipping lower. Stroking his digits through your messy slit, and when he touches your clit your body convulses. Hips bucking so wildly on contact his eyes are wide as though he’s done something wrong. Taking his hand to press his fingers back against it as you coax him into touching you there again.

Hunching over him as you try to keep your pace, your movements borderline pathetic as you chase the pleasure of his calloused thumb against your sensitive bud. His eyes watch you curiously as he speeds up the sloppy figure of eights he presses into it, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him in response.

“This is supposed to be for you.” You choke out, unused to your clients even thinking about your pleasure.

“Who says it’s not?” Sanemi scoffs; the sight of you like this is worth every damn penny Uzui is paying, “I want you to come undone for me.”

The dominant, commanding husk to his voice has your pelvis contorting as your body wills itself to unravel on command. Barely able to cry out his name as you find your release, your silky walls clamp down around his cock as they desperately try to milk him of his release. Your nails dig into muscular pectorals as you try to keep yourself upright, to hold onto the single thread of sanity you have left.

But Sanemi’s thumb doesn’t stop against your clit, following your jerky movements as your hips coil and spasm. Keeping his touch firm and persistent as he helps you ride out one climax to have you soaring towards another.

It’s too much, and you’re not sure you can handle it as your hands slip down to wrap around his wrist. Feebly trying to pull his grip away from your sloppy cunt as you watch the muscles in his arm tighten, veins popping out proudly as they fork towards his wrist. Practically snarling as he easily fights your weaker grip, “Don’t.”

And once again he throws you into ecstasy, your body trembling as another intense orgasm surges through your veins. Soaking his cock with your essence as you feel how wet and sloppy you are between your thighs, any friction dissipating as it’s all you can do but pathetically grind yourself against his finger while you ride out your bliss.

“Sanemi,” You whine, unable to hold yourself upright as you feel yourself falling forward onto his chest. Your face nuzzled into the junction of his neck as you trap his muscular arm between your bodies, his thumb still at your overstimulated clit as he gives it a few more lingering swipes, “S’too much.”

And Sanemi has to agree. It’s far too much, but also not enough at the same time. His cock throbs at the feeling of your drenched walls soaking him, fluttering in the aftershocks of your release as he’s certain he’s on the cusp of his own end. Slipping his arm from between your bodies in ease in favour of wrapping both arms around you, pinning you against his chest as he bends both his legs at the knee. Planting his feet on the hardwood floor for stability as he holds you against him.

He catches you by surprise as he begins to thrust up into you. His movements are chaotic and messy, with a deep-set sense of urgency as he chases his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with the syrupy wetness of your cunt that has your cheeks burning fiery red as you pant and whine against his neck. Mouthing at the thin layer of sweat that sticks to his skin, the salty taste of it mitigating on your tongue as you let him use you for his pleasure.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” Your voice sings out against the column of his throat and his hips give one more rugged jolt as he buries himself inside you to the hilt and coats your inner walls with balmy spurts of cum. The sensation causes heat to plume inside you as you indulge in the sensation as he gives a few more careless thrusts like he’s unable to stop his hips from jerking as he gives you everything he’s got left to give.

Sanemi’s eyes are blown wide, staring up at the ceiling as you move with the rise and fall of his chest. His arms still wound so tightly around you that you’re unable to move, left to bask in the warm afterglow as you cling to him. One of your hands braced against his sternum, feeling for the cadence of his racing heart.

“Are you okay?” You murmur softly when he hasn’t spoken for a while, and you’re met with a delicate kiss to your temple as he tightens his grip.

You’re certain you lay there for hours after, his warmth engulfing you as he traces gentle patterns against the expanse of your back while your fingers cord through his messy hair. Nails grazing against his skin while you feel the pleasure rumble deep in his chest, eyes heavy as sleep threatens to consume you. You shift above him slightly and whine pathetically as you feel his soft cock finally slip from your sloppy hole, the wetness unable to maintain a grip on him as you shudder at the cold air in the room cooling your molten cunt. His thick, potent seed begins to drip from your cunt into thick puddles on his pelvis and onto the floor as his arms tighten possessively around you for the smallest hint of a moment. As though he’d tricked himself into thinking that you were actually his, before realising his foolish mistake.

“I should go.” His voice rumbles, firm and authoritative. A sound that has you moving off him, despite your body’s plea to stay like this just a while longer.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, Shinazugawa-sama.” You respond, watching as he begins to redress himself. Tucking his cock, still glazed with your drying slick, back into his pants.

You’d hoped he would correct you a final time. Telling you to call him by name as he buttoned the first few buttons of his shirt before tugging his haori back on, but the words don’t come.

You wonder whether it’s because he’s unsure what to say, lingering by the door as though he wants to turn back to give you a proper goodbye. Reaching down to grab your kimono to pull it back over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” He whispers before tugging at the door.

You were hoping it would feel a little less transactional, even though you were certain that this was all it was to him. A coldness now resides in the room that you’re certain you’d never felt before, an uncertain frost that bites away at the fierce burn of your heart. You have to remind yourself of the reason why you’re here, the reason why the Wind Hashira had chosen to lay with you.

The next morning you were surprised to find out just how much Sanemi had left behind that evening. Certain the payment was more than enough to settle your debts and free you from this existence, as you felt the fog of uncertainty that shrouded your time here begin to clear.

You’d hoped that he would’ve left some way to thank him, a forwarding address or at least a note to accompany the payment. But what you didn’t expect was for the Wind Pillar to be waiting at the dark purple curtains for you as you came down the stairs.

[strangerdangerpookies]

maybe giyuu and his s/o telling Kagaya Ubuyashiki and the other hashira they are expecting? pre muzan attacking? im not sure if thats your style, if not no worries!

I love this idea!!! Thank you so much for the request!!!!

“New Light in the Darkness”

Character(s): Giyuu Tomioka x Reader, Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the Hashira

Timeline: Pre-final battle, Demon Slayer Canon

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Family

Warnings: None

Summary: Before the final battle, you and Giyuu gather the Hashira and Ubuyashiki-sama to share unexpected news.

The wind blew gently through the gardens of the Ubuyashiki estate, carrying the scent of fresh earth and spring blossoms into the meeting room. The air was warm and still, the kind of day that made everything feel like it might hold just a little more hope than usual.

The Hashira were gathered in their usual formation, kneeling with calm reverence before Kagaya Ubuyashiki. His pale features were bathed in soft sunlight, a serene smile touching his lips as he welcomed them.

And you—seated just beside Giyuu—felt the weight of anticipation settle in your chest.

Giyuu’s fingers brushed yours subtly beneath the folds of your sleeves, his silent way of asking, Are you ready?

You took a quiet breath. Then, with a small nod, you gently pulled your hand away from his and stood.

The attention of the room shifted almost instantly. You didn’t speak often during these meetings, and certainly not before Ubuyashiki-sama himself. Giyuu turned his gaze to you, ever-stoic but undeniably present, ready to support you in whatever came next.

Kagaya’s soft voice broke the quiet. “You have something to share with us, don’t you?”

You bowed deeply. “Yes, Ubuyashiki-sama. With your permission… I’d like to speak.”

He gave a gentle nod. “Of course, dear one.”

You swallowed softly and turned your gaze across the room—at the warriors who had faced death more times than anyone should. They looked at you not with judgment, but curiosity. Trust.

You placed your hand over your lower abdomen, fingers trembling just slightly.

“Giyuu and I…” You paused, the words catching in your throat, not from fear but from the weight of them. “We’re expecting. A child.”

The silence that followed was unlike any other. Not heavy. Not tense.

Just quiet—soft, sacred.

For a moment, no one moved. Then—

Mitsuri gasped, her eyes already brimming with tears. “You’re going to have a baby? That’s the cutest thing ever! Oh my gosh—congratulations!!”

She leapt up and nearly ran toward you, only to remember where she was and sit back down, hands clasped over her chest as she practically vibrated with joy.

Kyojuro beamed, his eyes shining like a sunrise. “What a glorious thing! A new life is the greatest celebration of all! Truly, this child will be a symbol of hope!”

Shinobu chuckled behind her hand. “I must say, I didn’t expect to hear this at today’s meeting. You’re full of surprises, Giyuu.”

Giyuu, still seated, let out a small sigh through his nose. “I’m not hiding anything,” he muttered. “Just… wasn’t the time until now.”

“You dog,” Tengen drawled, smirking. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Quiet types always throw us off.”

Even Obanai blinked once in surprise, and Muichiro—usually lost in thought—had actually turned to look at you with curiosity.

Sanemi scoffed, crossing his arms. “Hah. Never thought you’d be the first among us to start a family. You’re so damn serious all the time.”

Giyuu rose to his feet beside you at that point, his expression unreadable to most, but his hand found yours again.

“I wanted to tell you all before the battle,” he said. “In case… something happens.”

At that, the room stilled again. The reality of war hung in the air, just beneath the surface. You knew every single person here had accepted that risk long ago. And you had too.

But Kagaya smiled again, his calm breaking through the storm you all carried.

“This is a beautiful gift,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper, yet it filled the entire room. “Thank you both for sharing it. New life is not a distraction from our mission—it is the reason for it. Your child represents the future we fight to protect.”

You bowed again, emotion thick in your throat. “Thank you, Ubuyashiki-sama.”

Kagaya’s eyes, though veiled in their own pain, softened even further. “May this child come into a world made brighter by your strength and your love.”

As the wind rustled the trees outside and the sunlight dappled across the wooden floor, the Hashira sat in stillness—not for war, not for orders, not for duty.

But for joy.

Just for a moment.

And as Giyuu’s fingers gently threaded with yours, you knew: this was the reason you both had survived this long.

A new light in the darkness.

[harunayuuka2060]

Sebek: MC-SAMA!!! MC-SAMA!!!

Sebek: Where are you, MC-sama?!!

Silver: It's no use. They're clearly hiding.

Sebek: How would you know?! MC-sama could be in danger!

Silver: Sebek, you need to calm down.

*MC and Ruggie are just hiding behind the bushes.*

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: *whispers* Don’t you feel bad for your knights? They’re out there looking for you.

MC: We wouldn’t be hiding like this if it weren’t for you.

Ruggie: So you're blaming me now?

MC: I wasn’t the one who confessed in front of everyone.

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: You’re going to reject me anyway, so what’s the point of hiding?

MC: I see. No wonder it sounded like such a casual confession—you’d already made peace with it.

Ruggie: Yeah, so let me go. I’m heading back to my dorm.

MC: ...

MC: I feel the same way about you, Ruggie.

Ruggie: ...Huh?

MC: *smiles* But considering how you tried to dodge it, it seems you're not ready for a relationship yet.

Ruggie: ...

Malleus: Since you’re here without Bucchi, I’m guessing you turned him down? *smiles*

MC: No, Dada. I plan to court him in our senior year.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I'm going out for a bit.

MC: Where are you going?

Malleus: To advise Bucchi not to play hard to get.

MC: Dada, no-

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Can I request for Illumi, Pakunoda, Kurapika, Feitan, Pokkle from HXH and Aki and Makima from CSM with a tragic darling? Who was cursed to have a miserable and devastating existence? Who is forced to go through horrifying tragedies over and over again? And is destined to die a horrific and miserable death either by outside force, or the yandere themselves killing them and has no way to stop it?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, overprotective behavior, paranoia, isolation, abduction, violence, mentions of darling's death, suicidal behavior

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59 @hyakki-yosai

S/o is cursed with a miserable life

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️​It is your curse that has bought you into the clutches of Kurapika but even as you are stuck with him, your life doesn't end up being safer or more peaceful. Tragedies and accidents haunt you no matter where you hide or run to and the curse bestowed upon your life pushes Kurapika's mind quickly over the edge. His own sanity deteriorates at a rate he would have never expected as he fails over and over again to protect you from the fate that is inevitable for you. He doesn't believe your words, doesn't believe that an early death is the only outcome for your life. His eyes glow a scarlet red whenever you even utter those words as he blames you for having given up far too easily. His hunt of the Phantom Troupe is joined by a desperate pursuit for an exorcise who can remove the curse that has been cast upon you yet he is plunged into dark despair whenever they fail to shatter the fate that gets closer every day. The paranoia festers into an untamable beast as his hold on you tightens, his fear growing that one day you will slip through his fingers and he will lose you forever. Hatred, desperation and fear burn his eyes red, a colour that will forever stay with them the moment your fate catches up with you.

Pokkle

🏹​It is obsession that ties Pokkle forever to you yet he has been hurt more times than he has experienced the bliss that he once daydreamed about would come with a life with just the two of you. Your fate is one of suffering and heartbreak, your time on this earth limited. Pokkle has been witness to so many horrifying accidents and tragedies you have gone through and has never left any of them without bruises and scars all because he always shields you with his body to ensure that nothing happens to you. Mentally and physically he is shot. His hair is tousled, heavy eyebags rest under his eyes and he is constantly covered in bruises and wounds all because he is more than just desperate to protect you. At night he is too terrified to even sleep, dreads that you will pass away if he allows himself even a minute of rest. His emotions are all over the place, his sleep-deprived brain unable to function. In one moment he is sobbing in your arms that you can't leave him, in the next he's chaining you up with a hysterical look in his eyes. The moment everything happens as you have always known, he will fall into a deep depression where he will neglect himself until his weak body gives up on him.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎​Illumi is someone who believes himself to be in the right to own you and control you. It is the very curse of your existence that threatens this claim that he believes himself to have. You are kept separated from the rest of the clan much like Alluka as tragedies of yours should not befall the rest of the family. Only the butlers are there to protect you from yourself and only Illumi is the one who is allowed to converse with you at all. He denies you even the freedom of speaking that everything will be useless in the end as there is on force on earth that could save you, punishes you for speaking those words. He searches everywhere for an exorcist who will be able to release you of the curse you are in yet one after the other lets him down, their constant failures only being paid with their death in return as their existence is from that moment on of no worth for Illumi. Unable to control your life like he normally always does with his needles, Illumi finds himself filled with emotions that have his focus wavering, something that has never happened before. The moment you are no more he will move on with his life yet the memory of yours will be from that day on the curse haunting him.

Feitan Portor

☠️​There nothing to be gained from keeping you yet it is your defeated mindset that agitates him more than anything. It is clear that you have already given up and resigned yourself to your fate yet for Feitan this won't do. You are not allowed to wallow in self-pity whilst putting him through so much trouble. He will make you suffer somehow and if it is the last thing that he will do. Feitan refuses to give you over to your cursed fate, rebells against it as he hunts down everyone who may be able to break you free from the life that you are otherwise doomed to live. His patience is of no saint though as all threads snap whenever a failure happens and he lets out his growing frustration on those who failed his expectations. You are his. You are not allowed to die an early death that he has no control over. You aren't supposed to die already. The agitation, the helplessness, that he is put through as he slowly has to understand that there is indeed seemingly nothing he can do is guaranteed to drive him mad. Perhaps ending your life through his own hands is the only way for him to exhibit a semblance of control over your existence. It will not bring him any joy though. Only a memory to forever torment him.

Pakunoda

💘​Denial will not bring you very far nor will it bring Pakunoda very far. She is quick to understand that there is nothing she is able to do after trying and failing to figure out a way or to find a person who could ensure your survival. Even with all the connections and information that she has with her own Nen abilities as well as the Phantom Troupe there is nothing that she can do nor is there anyone else out there who could do anything to help you to lead a normal life. It is this knowledge that breaks her heart. The moment she accepts that though she decides that there is no reason for her to hold back with her own obsession. Time is ticking for you after all and it is ticking fast which leaves her with no time to take everything slow with you. Your own cursed fate leads Pakunoda to the decision to not hold anything back at all and to indulge in you as long as there is still time. She will not be denied the fleeting time that you have left on this earth. She herself comes to the conclusion that she will end your life at the end herself, giving you perhaps the most merciful death that you could have gotten. She will never be able to move on nor will she allow herself to do so though.

Hayakawa Aki

💙​Perhaps it is his own cursed fate that has led him to find you and has also guided him to fall in love with you. Aki's own life is marked with nothing but tragedies and failure so your fading existence seems to be the cherry on top of everything. What was he thinking, believing that he could do something right with the only person he has ever loved as intensely? Your past, your present and your future all shatter him as the facade he tries to put on so desperately around you shatters. Deep down Aki is after all still a boy who has never gotten over the pain of losing his entire family in one flashing moment. No words could describe what he is feeling as he sheds tears of frustration and fear, unable to breathe properly as he clings to you. Is this really it? Is this how your life is going to end? Is this how his life is going to end? Without a single memory that can be just happy without the stain of death and sorrow? Aki comes to genuinely hate his existence and curse whatever gods exist up there for putting him through so much, for the fact that they will even take you from him. The only thing he can do though is focus on his revenge after you are gone until he too will die full of misery and regret.

Makima

⛓️​What an anomaly you are. Makima is the Control Devil, the entire premise of her very existence is that she is the conductor who manipulates everyone. Yet she cannot control you. Your life is slipping right through her hands like sand as she can't hold on to it as you are cursed to die live and die in misery. In a way you are the very embodiment of everything she wants to get rid of as a world without pain, curses and death would be the ideal world for you. As of now she still hasn't achieved that goal of hers though and your time is ticking away. Still, she expresses no visible sorrow or grief even though she knows all about your fate. She doesn't know what it feels like after all, unable to react emotionally. Instead she searches for ways to keep you alive even if she has to use nonorthodox methods that might destroy the very core of your humanity. You will dangle within her chains one way or another and she doesn't care what methods and sorcery she has to resort to. She almost revels in the sensations she feels once you pass away though her goals aren still the same. She preserves your body, keeps it as she waits for a chance to bring you back. She will not tolerate her loss of control over you.

[anime-fan-05]

Can you do a head cannon or oneshot of where reader is a demon slayer who is close to tengens wives so she's at their estate a lot when tengen and reader get a signed a mission she accidentally calls him "Lord tengen" on the mission and he just has a shit eating grin as 'the always to have a comeback y/n' is all blushy??? Please :)

Kimetsu no Yaiba ~Calling him 'Tengen-sama'~

Manga/anime: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Warnings: nothing

U. Tengen

He isn't used to people calling him that: only his wives do so, so the fact you called him 'Tengen-sama (Lord Tengen)' will trigger something in his heart, as it's like you indirectly asked him to marry him

In fact, he'll blush quite a bit, but he'll hide it both with his hand and with a somewhat arrogant attitude

If you haven't defeated the demon (or demons) yet, he'll kill him more quickly than usual thanks to the charge you've given him; nevertheless, if the demon has already been defeated by you two, he'll start making fun of you, asking you to repeat what you called him and to explain why you did it

"Oya? What did you call me, dear? I know I'm the perfect husband, but isn't asking me to marry me like this a bit much?"

He'll think about your words for a long time, even after going home to his wives; maybe he'll also ask them if they agree to him having a new wife: he wouldn't mind making you his fourth wife…

💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮

[jymwahuwu]

hihi omg ideaaa how about jingyuan x MAID READER?? Like wait have u watched maid sama? Like the reader would be student council and very independent, and strict. But she has a side business like a maid cafe. And yk jing yuan being the popular guy who rejects every single girl. And one day he found out she works there and yk blackmailing or smth ehehr

Blackmail…🤭 I don't think he meant to threaten you. Jing Yuan just found out you were working at a maid cafe and thought it was cute <33!! He loves that you are so cute!!

cw: yandere, (implied) blackmail

Maybe you are one of the Xianzhou employees and you have always been tough and unapproachable? On working days, you always wear a formal uniform, such as a single-color skirt/trousers. Even if you wear a little decoration in your hair and clothes, it is still required by the job. You are a loner and do not actively chat with your colleagues. Only General Jing Yuan often chats with you. He always behaves so humorously and casually, but is always able to predict situations and make decisions. You said something polite and perfunctory.

…Only you know you have a secret. That means you work part-time at a maid cafe, with good pay and short hours. That's so different from your usual image. You try to hide your true appearance with some makeup and a wig.

On weekends, you worked part-time at a maid cafe as usual, but the customer sitting there frightened you.

…General Jing Yuan?????? He is in the maid cafe??????

The general wore a hat to hide his long, fleecy, multi-layered whit hair. He was sitting by the window, eyes closed, as if dozing, and stirring tea in his hand. All the milk and sugar carried on the side were added. Your heartbeat seemed to have stopped and you immediately hid in the employee lounge, but your colleague told you that the customer asked for a photo with you and asked you to "cast magic" on his food…

Your vision went dark and you held your hands on the wall. Reignbow Arbiter, is this true? Do you really have to face such a shameful situation?

You take a deep breath and hypnotize yourself. Jing Yuan probably hasn't recognized you yet. Maybe? You straightened out the fluffy maid skirt and took away the cute strawberry tiara from your hair. You placed the omelette rice and dessert in front of Jing Yuan, and told him about the "magic" to be done as usual. He stared at you, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. You struggled to cast "love magic" on the omelette rice and dessert in front of him, and told the "host" that they were ready to enjoy. You feel like all your courage and strength have been drained…

This torture is not over yet. He ordered your photography package. You took the camera with him and took some pictures. You pose for a photo like a cat and a rabbit, and tell him thank you master. You watched Jing Yuan leisurely put away these photos that could be used as "evidence"…

After get off work, you breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but you found several messages from Jing Yuan on your phone.

Jing Yuan: You are really cute (๑´ㅂ`๑) I heard that next week’s cafe will have a cat-eared maid theme. Will you wear cat ears and a tail?

Jing Yuan: sends those photos

Jing Yuan:

You: ……

You: …………………………

You: …………………………………………………………

You don't have any other choice, right? You'd better try which pair of cat ears and tail is cuter first. He will come back again with enough tips ♡

[cocostyles]

Do I look like him? — Naruto Uzumaki

pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x fem reader!

word count: 1 k

summary: The daughter of Jiraiya notices how everyone seems to see her father in her.

warnings; little angst, english is not my first language.

The afternoon in Konoha was calm, the sun bathing the streets in its golden light. A beautiful figure with white hair walked through the market, drawing the attention of a few curious onlookers. You were not someone easy to ignore: your elegant bearing, your long hair inherited from your father, Jiraiya, and the intense eyes that seemed to see through people—how could you go unnoticed when you were the only daughter of the legendary Sannin?

You had returned to Konoha after years of living far away. Your father's stories had always surrounded you, a man you almost never saw and didn't feel you ever truly got to know, yet whose shadow you constantly felt breathing down your neck. Since you were little, you had heard rumors, tales about his charisma and, of course, about his relationship with Naruto Uzumaki, the Seventh Hokage.

Naruto was everything you admired. His energy, his smile, and the way he spoke about the people he loved had captivated you since the day you met him. You knew you had also caused that effect on him; it was undeniable that both of you felt something for each other, and the only thing holding you back from advancing was the weight of your father.

Although Naruto didn't try to hide that he liked you, there was something unsettling about the way he looked at you. A mix of nostalgia and sadness that you couldn’t decipher.

One day, while you were training in a secluded clearing, Tsunade appeared to watch you. You had always respected her as your mentor, having known her since you were a child, but there was something more between you two, something you could never explain—Tsunade looked at you as though she saw a ghost, and you were starting to get tired of it.

"Is there something wrong with me?" you asked one afternoon, sitting next to the Sannin on the bleachers of the training field.

Tsunade sighed, placing a hand to her forehead. "Not with you. But sometimes… when I look at you, I can't help but remember someone else."

"My father?"

Tsunade shook her head. "Not exactly. It’s more complicated than that. It's like you’re the answer to questions I could never ask."

You shifted uncomfortably. You knew something had happened between them that was never resolved. Despite it all, you had loved your father, that man who, though you barely remembered, used to take you to the lake when he visited and shower you with gifts, the one who taught you your first summoning. Of course, you had loved him, and his death had brought you great pain. But now, you no longer wanted to be trapped in his shadow, chasing and never reaching a ghost.

That conversation left you unsettled. You didn’t have time to dig deeper because Naruto invited you to join his team for an important mission. It was your chance to prove that you were not just Jiraiya's daughter, but someone capable of forging your own ninja path.

However, while working together, that discomfort resurfaced. Naruto smiled at you and treated you with his usual warmth, but there were moments when he would just stare at you, almost lost in his thoughts.

"Naruto-sama," you said one night while camping, "Is there something you want to tell me? Because I feel like you always look at me as if you’re expecting something from me."

He seemed surprised by the question but didn't deny anything. "It’s complicated, Y/n. Sometimes, I feel like… I already knew you before you got here. Like the universe is showing me something I forgot."

The conversation lingered between you two, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he truly felt a real connection with you or if it was all related to his father. Was she a reflection of Jiraiya? Or was there something more?

Tsunade sought you out after the mission. "Your father had a deep love for many things, Y/n. But one of the few things he regretted was not being here to see how Naruto fulfilled his dreams, and his greatest regret was not having spent enough time with you. And now, every time I see you with Naruto, I can’t help but think… is this what Jiraiya would have wanted? That his daughter found something special in the boy he always admired?"

You understood then. It wasn’t just your physical resemblance to Jiraiya that left everyone confused. It was the way you connected with Naruto, as if you were destined to meet.

One day, while training together, you decided to speak up. "Naruto, I’m not my father. I’m not an echo of him. I am me. And if I stay here, close to you, it’s not because I feel obligated by what you two shared, it’s not because I want to hear about how he was, because I didn’t know him as well as you did… If I stay here, it’s because I want to be here. With you."

Naruto looked at you, first surprised, then slowly, a smile began to form on his face. "I know. And I’m grateful for that. I really like you, not because you’re his daughter… I like everything about you, and what you represent. I admire you so much."

For the first time, you felt like you didn’t have to prove anything, nor fill the void for someone else. You were forging something new, something that was all your own.

And Tsunade, watching you both from afar, felt that the déjà vu in which she saw herself and Jiraiya reflected in Naruto and you finally made sense. The past, unfortunately, could not be changed, but the present was an opportunity to heal.

[theshipsong]

perona x f!reader, polyamory with heavy mihopero. canon au where thriller bark joins cross guild. reader is a navigator formerly of the hawkins pirates.

⸺

"This is pretty." Perona brushed your back with her fingertips, her breath landing on your shoulder from where she laid next to you on the plush rug. "Seems fated."

"I don't believe in fate."

(She wouldn't appreciate hearing that Mihawk said the same thing about the not-quite Maltese cross between your shoulder blades.)

"Funny you say that."

Perona was a bizarre contradiction of possessive over both of you, from each other. She simultaneously envied that Mihawk met you before she did, and that the sex you had with him was more varied than her time on Kuraigana.

If she actually deigned to talk to the swordsman, he'd confirm that you two were better described as friends.

But Perona was spoiled, and didn't want to share yet wanted so many things and people all at once. You found it mostly endearing, but sometimes you had to negotiate your way out of her tent to have a moment alone or with Crocodile. Last time you'd actually tricked her, leaving her tied with thick, velvet black ribbon and an extracted promise, through gritted teeth, that she'd stay still and good.

After that, you managed to sleep in your other lover's arms for the first time in a week, and Perona started creeping out to join you in the mess tent. She was growing fond of Buggy, or rather she enjoyed teasing the clown in a way that was only barely kinder than Crocodile's flavor of torment. Sadists, all of them.

Perona rolled onto her back, stretching like a cat and fighting a yawn, which brought her own tattoo to your line of sight: a pink bat, impressively saturated. You set your book down to return the gesture, poking at the ink.

"I got it when I didn't know whether Moria-sama was dead or alive," she offered freely.

Your brow furrowed. "Does he... like bats?"

She laughed her odd laugh. "You'll see him fight soon enough."

You didn't know if the man with the twin of your tattoo on his neck was alive, either. The remains of Thriller Bark joined Cross Guild just days after a Marine hospital ship dropped anchor in sight of Karai Bari, carrying an undercover captain who confessed to you he left Hawkins for dead in Wano Country. Ironically...

"Moria challenged Kaidou once," you said neutrally.

"Before I joined him," Perona confirmed. Her life was fascinating to you, really: she'd been a pirate longer than not, the doted-upon daughter of a Warlord of the Sea who patched her plush toys together with sutures. Cotton thread in recent years, though. Mihawk mended his own clothes.

"Does he talk about it at all?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare."

"Because it's a sore subject," you said understandingly.

"No." Perona sat up. "Because he's around Crocodile's age." You laughed, a full belly laugh that had you turning onto your side. "I'm serious," she said hotly, chucking a throw pillow at your back as she scrambled up onto her bed to sulk.

"Perona," you said, getting your breath back. "Even I have a size limit."

"Ew!"

You pulled yourself up beside her, and spotted your knitting you'd taken to walking around camp with, forgotten on her bed since your little tumble on the floor. "Look at this." You held up the sock you were knitting for Crocodile and his absurdly cold feet. "It's practically a baby sweater."

"I would prefer if you said you won't fuck my dad," Perona whined.

"That's really up to him."

She shrieked wordlessly, hiding her face in her yet-unidentified stuffed animal briefly before glaring at you over its head.

"You're really similar," Perona said eventually.

"Moria and I?"

"You and Mihawk."

Crocodile said the same thing, in fewer words. "Does he also threaten to fuck your dad?"

"You're both annoying."

"Hmm." You grabbed the forepaw of the stuffed animal closest to you gingerly, between your thumb and forefinger, like you were batting at one of her shiny curls. "You're easy to get a rise out of. Maybe Mihawk finds it adorable, too."

"Wish he'd say so," she mumbled.

"He's quieter than me, at least. Or," you mused, "I'm used to impassive men."

"Huh?" She didn't need to say that Crocodile had quite the repertoire of scowls that was comparatively easy to interpret.

"Don't you think you should try talking to him, at least?" you tried. Crocodile could not understand what Mihawk did to upset Perona so much without you breaching your girlfriend's, and really his boyfriend's privacy, so you spoke in hypotheticals.

"Say Cross Guild was being targeted by the Navy," you said, to which he snorted.

"They wouldn't dare."

"Say they did, and we were all scattered. Buggy took his men and fled."

"He wouldn't dare."

"If I found out my previous captain was miraculously alive, and you loved me, would you really let me run off to him instead?"

"Well, you wouldn't be safe with that twit."

Infuriating man.

"I already said everything," Perona sniffed.

"He's not the most confrontational. Which isn't fair," you conceded, "but he's probably afraid of hurting you more. Or getting hurt."

It was still unclear to you exactly what the nature of their relationship was, but Perona described sounded serious and almost idyllic in its domesticity, and without a lick of her usual exaggeration. If anything, she was embarrassed to share how vulnerable she'd become.

Now she was a hissing and furious and lonely. If Perona wasn't so greedy, you'd fear reconciliation meant her forgetting you, but you saw how she hoarded and took loving, if sometimes roughshod care of her toys. It was in Cross Guild's interests for Mihawk to get his head out of his ass, and soon.

[reijisteacup]

👉👈

Okay not sure if I already asked this or if it'w been answered. How would the boys react to their S/O falling asleep with their head in their laps. Like either because they're tired or because they feel safe to do that with them úwù

I dont remember if I did this already lol but Ill do it again for ya kitty chan <3

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Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

He’s surprisingly still the whole time, reclining lazily while his fingers absentmindedly thread through your hair. He’d smirk faintly when you first do it, but he doesn’t say a word. Shu acts nonchalant, but the way he doesn’t move even an inch to disturb you shows he’s savoring the intimacy. He might even hum softly — not to lull you, but because your presence just brings out that quiet peace in him. If you drool a bit or murmur in your sleep, he’ll chuckle to himself but let you stay.

Reiji Sakamaki:

Stiffens at first, mainly because it’s unexpected and a little improper. But if you’ve had a long day and he sees you're genuinely exhausted, he softens. He’ll sigh, remove your glasses if you wear any, and gently adjust your position to make sure you're not hurting your neck. He won’t admit it aloud, but your vulnerability tugs at something deep inside him. He may even whisper something like, “Honestly… how troublesome you are. And yet…” while brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

Laito Sakamaki:

“Oh~? Bitch-chan, how bold of you…” he teases lightly, his voice hushed as he watches you settle in his lap. But the way he adjusts your head and strokes your temple with practiced gentleness shows how much he’s savoring this. He leans back, letting you rest peacefully, but keeps his eyes on you the entire time — amused, touched, and maybe even a little enchanted. It’s one of those rare moments where his flirtation drops and a deeper softness takes over.

Kanato Sakamaki:

You lay your head down and there’s silence… then a slow blink. Kanato watches you closely with wide eyes, trying to figure out why you'd do something so bold. Once he sees you’re truly asleep, his paranoia fades into fascination. He murmurs to Teddy, “Do you see, Teddy? They trust me… they’re not scared at all…” He might gently stroke your cheek or lace his fingers into your hair, but if anyone tries to interrupt the moment, they will not survive.

Ayato Sakamaki:

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?!” he barks at first — caught off guard and blushing. But once he realizes you're asleep or dozing, he freezes like a startled cat. Ayato’s ego swells because of course you'd feel safest in his lap. He ends up grinning, then mutters something cocky like, “Tch… You really are obsessed with Ore-sama, huh?” But secretly, he feels all warm and fuzzy, and might even rest his hand on your shoulder protectively.

Subaru Sakamaki:

Instant tomato mode. He panics when you start to slump toward him and doesn’t know whether to push you away or stay still. But once your breathing evens out, he just stares down at you in silence, torn between embarrassment and awe. Eventually, he places one large, careful hand over your shoulder or back, almost like shielding you. Anyone walking in would hear a gruff, “Shut up, they’re just tired,” before even opening their mouth. Deep down, he’s honored you trust him this much.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

He pauses whatever he’s doing the moment you settle in his lap. He blinks down at you, mildly surprised, then gives a small smile. You can almost hear him thinking, “Livestock… you’ve finally learned to trust your master completely.” He’ll read a book one-handed while absentmindedly petting your hair, keeping his posture perfect so you remain comfortable. It’s a quiet, calm moment he treasures more than he’ll ever admit.

Kou Mukami:

“Oh? M Neko-chan’s sleepy~?” he coos playfully at first, stroking your hair with feather-light fingers. His teasing tone hides how deeply touched he is. You’ve shown him that he’s more than a performer to you — he’s someone safe. His grin fades into a gentle, genuine smile as he watches you rest. He might even take a selfie of the moment to treasure later (or threaten to blackmail you playfully). If you murmur in your sleep, his heart melts.

Yuma Mukami:

“Oi, are ya serious right now?” He blinks down at you, caught off guard. But then he chuckles — that low, warm, surprised laugh of his — and shifts into a more comfortable position to let you rest. One hand rests over your back like a big weighted blanket, and he keeps an eye out for anyone who might disturb you. “Heh… You really trust me, huh, Sow?” He’ll mumble things like that as you sleep, tone low and almost bashful. He finds it adorable.

Azusa Mukami:

He freezes at first, unsure if it’s okay. “You… you want to rest here…?” Once he realizes you’ve already fallen asleep, his entire demeanor softens. His hands hover for a moment before gently resting on your arm or shoulder. He’ll whisper little nothings like, “Warm… safe… with me…” and sit perfectly still even if he starts to ache. He doesn’t mind — you being peaceful matters more. He might even hum a tune he remembers from childhood, lost in the feeling of closeness.

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

Initially surprised — this is not behavior he’s used to from anyone — but he quickly regains composure. He looks down at you, momentarily perplexed before sighing and letting you stay. If anything, he sees it as a sign of submission and trust. “Foolish creature…” he mutters, but his fingers combing through your hair betray how affected he is. Your vulnerability touches something ancient and fragile in him. He’ll make sure no one interrupts.

Shin Tsukinami:

Goes completely still the moment it happens, wide-eyed like, “Wait… are they really…?” He tries to act cool, snickering a little. “Oi, aren’t you being a little too relaxed around a beast like me?” But he won’t move you. Not even an inch. If anything, he starts to feel weirdly proud that you chose his lap, and not his brother’s. You’ll feel a warm hand rest on your back, grounding. “Tch… guess I’ll let you off just this once.”

[ponderingmoonlight]

jealousy jealousy... x Sanemi

“Hey, you’re not sneaking off without saying anything to me, are you?”

You turn to find Uzui Tengen standing there, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. His towering frame and flamboyant outfit somehow seem even more striking in the dim light of the room.

“Good evening, Lord Tengen,” you reply, offering a polite nod.

He waves off the formal title with an exaggerated motion.

“Ah, drop the ‘Lord’ already. I’ve told you, it makes me sound old. Just Tengen-sama will do.”

You give a small, respectful smile.

“Old? I wouldn’t say that.”

His smirk deepens.

“Careful, or I’ll start thinking you’re calling me handsome again.”

“I didn’t call you that,” you reply evenly, though there’s a lightness in your tone that makes his grin grow wider.

“Well, not yet, but the day’s still young,” he quips, leaning slightly closer.

“I mean, let’s be honest, don’t I brighten up the place just a little?”

“You do have a presence,” you admit tactfully.

“See? That’s why I like talking to you. Always so honest.”

His tone is teasing, but there’s a glint in his eyes that shows he’s definitely enjoying himself with all pairs of eyes set on both of you. No wonder, given the fact that Uzui Tengen straight up flirts with the strongest female hashira in the room.  

“You’re not like the others who just brush me off. It’s refreshing.”

You glance at him, unbothered but feeling the heat of his gaze. He’s not playing and you know it. If it was for Tengen, you’d be his fourth wife already.

You’ve got your eyes set on someone else, though.

“I’m just being polite, Tengen.”

“Polite, huh?”

He chuckles, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

“Well, polite or not, you’ve got my attention.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say with a small bow.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I need to take care of something.”

Tengen steps aside, dramatically gesturing for you to go.

“Don’t be gone too long. I’ll be here, waiting for your polite company.”

You shake your head lightly, hiding the faintest smile as you leave. It’s hard to tell if he’s always this persistent or if it’s just you, but at least he keeps things… interesting.

“What the hell was that, you clown?” Sanemi stands as soon as you leave the room, arms crossed, scowl firmly in place.

His eyes flick toward the door you just exited through before fixing back on Tengen. Who does this guy think he is? Straight up flirting with you like that. You, the only woman on earth he himself actually admires.

Tengen raises a brow, feigning innocence.

“What was what, exactly?”

Sanemi’s glare intensifies, hands now balled into tight fists.

“Don’t play dumb. Flirting with her like that. You think you’re being clever?”

The sound of muffled laughter breaks the tension. Rengoku is the first to speak, his voice loud and cheerful as ever.

“Ah, so that’s what this is about! Shinazugawa’s looking a little green. Isn’t jealousy unbecoming for a Hashira?”

“Jealous?!”

Sanemi’s face flushes, a mix of indignation and embarrassment. What the hell is that guy talking about? Him, jealous?

“Like hell I am!”

Tengen’s smirk widens, clearly enjoying this far too much.

“Oh, now it makes sense. You’ve got a soft spot for her, don’t you?”

“Shut it. You’re always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong”, Sanemi growls, his knuckles tightening.

“I don’t know, Shinazugawa, you didn’t exactly claim her,” Tengen replies smoothly, leaning forward slightly.

“And she didn’t seem to mind the attention. Polite as ever. Maybe she prefers my company.”

“That’s enough,” Giyuu chimes in from the side, his tone calm but clearly suppressing a faint smile.

“You’re just provoking him now.”

Mitsuri, sitting nearby, clasps her hands together, her face lightens up in sheer excitement.

“It’s kind of sweet, though, isn’t it? I mean, Sanemi getting all worked up… it’s almost cute!”

Sanemi’s glare shifts to Mitsuri, his face burning red.

“I’m not worked up! And it’s not cute!”

The room erupts into scattered laughter, with even Rengoku clapping his hands together, declaring something about “young hearts.” Sanemi, clearly at his limit, looks ready to explode, but before he can bark another retort, the door slides open, and you step back inside.

The room falls quiet for a split second before Mitsuri quickly calls out.

“Oh! (Y/N), you’re back!”

Her voice is far too cheerful, like she’s trying to cover something up.

You glance around, sensing the tension in the room. Sanemi looks away sharply, his face still tinged with redness, while Tengen just flashes you an overly friendly grin.

“Did I… miss something?” you ask cautiously.

Tengen waves a hand, his tone light.

“Nothing important. Just Shinazugawa being his usual charming self.”

Sanemi shoots him a glare but says nothing, instead turning his attention to the far wall. The others exchange amused glances, but no one offers you a straight answer.

You decide not to press further, though the awkwardness in the air is almost palpable. Instead, you take your seat, pretending not to notice how Sanemi keeps sneaking glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

[kingkatsuki]

— power

Sanemi may think he’s a brat tamer, but it’s you that holds all the power.

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, ruined orgasm (m!receiving), dry humping, Sanemi cums in his pants.

Word Count: 0.8k.

Sanemi corners you like a hungry wolf about to lead a lamb to slaughter, his hulking frame imposing and alarming as he knocks you to your back. Stealing the air from your lungs as there’s no way to brace the fall on impact, your head knocks against the cool ground and he’s back on you in an instant.

He’s in the more dominant position, he should hold all the power. His thighs braced on either side of your hips as he pins your arms to the ground with his knees. The bone digs into the plush skin and the weight of him almost hurts, struggling beneath him in a futile attempt to free yourself.

He thinks he’s won, of course he does— because Shinazugawa Sanemi always wins. And the smirk he gives you from above oozes victory, his muscular body pressed against yours as his breath fans your neck.

“Better luck next time, little kunoichi.”

But Sanemi should know better to know that it’s not over yet, and succumbing to the euphoria of victory is a dangerous path to follow.

“You’re so strong, Shinazugawa-sama.” You pout up at him childishly, making him think you’ve surrendered. Not that he’d afforded you the choice.

And yet you rock your hips against him from below as you weave an invisible chain around his neck, pressing firm against his crotch as you feel him half-hard.

Only a man as savage and hungry for power as Sanemi would get hard from beating you this way. Having you surrender beneath him as he pins his success, ego flourishing and still he makes no move to stand.

His thighs tighten around you as you feel his knees dig harder into your arms, and yet you don’t feel trapped. You give another forceful rut or your hips and this time his lips part in a guttural exhale, an attempt to hide the debauched moan that rumbles deep and low in his chest. Unsure of whether it’s a growl or a groan as his eyes watch you focused and intent.

“Stop being a brat.” The words come as though he’s still in charge, as if he still holds all the power.

But the foundations to his fortress are slowly crumbing as you breach his defenses, rolling your hips as you watch Sanemi’s eyelids flutter as he swallows thickly. Sweat beads at his temple as it trickles down his jawline, his chest heaving as you give him little regard other than the gyration of your body against him.

He could’ve pulled away long ago, the victory already claimed as his— but Sanemi may have won the fight, but he definitely has not won the war.

“Shinazugawa-sama.” You whine, and he’s certain the sound rushes directly to his heavy cock. The forking veins throb and pulse as he follows the delicious friction, selfishly leaning his weight onto you as he covets it.

He’s practically folded over you now, his harsh breath against your brow as he scrambles for any fragments left of reality. The barrage in his pelvis turns to a full blown assault as he dangles on the cusp of his climax, calloused hands balled into fists on either side of your head as he braces for impact. Your eyes focused on his as they roll back into his skull, finding his release and just like that it’s gone—

“Fuckin’ bitch—” The insult sounds sharp and spiteful on his tongue, but comes out more as a desperate whine as you bring a man as powerful as Shinazugawa Sanemi down to his knees. Unsure whether it’s the depraved tone of his voice that has your clit throbbing, or the fact that you’ve managed to make such a powerful man crumble.

You seize the moment to flip him as he stares up at you in shock, large pupils blown as his body is stiff as a board. Like a wild animal backed into a corner and ready to attack. If he didn’t know any better he’d be certain you poisioned him, the ache between his thighs now damn near painful as you stop the friction just as he came undone. Smirking as his hips buck pathetically, desperately searching for something to intensify the sensation. But it’s not enough, even though his pants are now soaked with his spunk and his cock throbs pathetically. His balls still throb with neglect as they will him to release the tension, his cock still hot and heavy with cum. It’s not enough, and yet he’s been resound to nothing more than a pathetic mess.

Your hand winds around his neck as you squeeze at his jugular in satisfaction, lips dangerously close to his as you hover above him in sweet victory. Towering over your conquest as you seize the victory.

“Sorry, what was that, ‘Nemi?” You tease, delighting in the way his scarred chest heaves from the pet name, “I’m not sure I heard you.”

You reach down to cup him through his pants, watching his eyes scrunch as he feels the soaked fabric stick to his neglected cock. Hips bucking pathetically into your touch against his will as his head rests against the hard ground, unable to stop the pathetic hiss that slips through clenched teeth on impact.

“Better luck next time, Shinazugawa-sama.”

[yuzuki-ero]

Increased circulation

Gyomei x y/n (AFAB)

MDNI – Minor do not interact

Word count: 1300+

" " is dialogue

' ' is thoughts

Warning: involuntary erection, nudity, vaginal intercourse, internal ejaculation, size kink, embarrassing moments ,hook up

Ahem ahem pls be kind to me this is my first smut Did you know onsen weren't separated by gender in old jp?

"Ding dong ding dong"

The sound of the bell

The signal that the end of today has come

"Hhphew..." you nearly lay your tired body on the training grounds

After a long day of training, you decided to treat yourself to an onsen

You missed the group onsen yesterday because you were on your last day of periods

"Hm..."

You couldn't resist humming as you submerge yourself in the water, it's one of the most comfortable feelings in the world, along with the texture of freshly made mochi in your mouth

Your journey to dreamland were interrupted as you noticed the toned foot by the corner of your eye

a deep calm voice replied

"Hello"

"... ... ..!!!" it took you a while to recognize that voice

You sit up straight and bashfully make space for his size

"Ah... thank you"

You swear the pool level raised a little when he sits in it

"Ah, hm..."

- An uncomfortable moment of silence -

Your mind were racing a mile per minute

Nervous, due to your limited experience as a demon slayer

Frail, Weak, Ordinary and way too unskilled to find topics to talk about

Yet, you do want to become stronger

"Eh... Gyomei-sama?"

"Yes?"

"Can you tell me how do I get stronger?"

His stoic face breaks into a warm smile

"Sure thing, but why do you ask me? Aren't you under some Cultivator for your breathing style?"

"Because.... I want to look like you, I want to have the muscles that you have"

he could vaguely feel the shape of you from the ripples that reflects on the surface of the water from even your most subtle movements

"Hm... do you really want that? You're cute as you are, I think- "

"I think your body is reflective of your strength Gyomei-sama! I wish I could get stronger, like you do!"

And poor him, it's getting more vivid as you crawl closer to inspect and admire his features. You nearly touched his skin.

...............................................

'Is that supposed to be standing up?'

"Oh" you exhaled shakily softly when you noticed it and turned your face the other way

'It could be normal...' you thought as you draw circles in the water to calm your racing heart

You can tell without looking that Gyomei is bashfully crossing his legs to try to hide it somehow

'It's so big... maybe it's a sign of strength- BAHHH! what am I thinking! Stop right now!'

*splash splash*

You tried to hit any sort of sense back into yourself, with the onsen water, slapping your face, anything

'I bet I would choke on it- STOP! STOP IT'

"Uh- don't- don't drown yourself in the onsen, please..."

*gurgle bubbling noises*

He clap his hands together and chant "Name Amida Butsu..." as tears flows freely from his sightless eyes

…..

You eventually calmed down and sit beside him quietly

At a comfortable distance

But his- um

His erection is not coming down

“So… Is this like… uhhhhh…..”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to offend you”

“Is this part of the result of your training”

“What???”

“No? Oh… ok”

………...

You can’t help the way your eyes linger

It’s throbbing, it’s veiny, it’s moving to the currents created by the waterfall in this onsen

Your head was turned to the side but your pupils are glue to that trunk

You hoped it wasn’t too obvious- Himejima-sama is quite a gentle person, after all, from the way he speak so softly to everyone

But he can feel it, he was ‘staring’ at you too

“Himejima-sama…

Can I help you with that?”

His entire face was heated up with a fever blush down to his neck

“You’re so forward…!”

“Is that a yes or no, Gyomei-sama…”

*gulp*

“Yes” He nods

You scooted to sit closer to him, touching his skin, and hold his face

“May I…?”

He doesn’t reply, only squeezely shut his eyes tight, and lean in to start kissing you

His tongue lightly dabs on your bottom lip, and grazing your teeth

Which is met by your own tongue, receiving his techniques and ministrations

As your kiss stays connected, he lifted you by the hips, under the thighs, to straddle him

“Are you ready?”

“Ready? Ready for- oh… ready for that”

He bit his lip slightly it as it touches the inner your two thighs

“yes” He whimpered out desperately

He gasped as you grabbed his cock and instinctively get a hold of your hips

*gulp*

“Ah…” His mouth wobbles as you start to take him in, slowy

He feels so much but it was so good, he’s gritting his teeth and popping veins on his forehead and neck trying to hold back from setting his own pace

He’s even tearing up a little waiting for you

“Tight…” He hissed out under his breath

He lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding when you finally managed to let him sink into you as deep as you can

Your gasps and warmth eatting away at his restraint

He gently moved strands of hair out of your forehead, and held you close as you ground yourself for his size, caressing your arms and your sides, thoughtfully

“Ah…!” winds knocked out of his lungs when you started.

He tried his best to withstand it, his fists clench and release on to the decoration stone he was leaning on for support

It felt so good he wanted to thrust back with his own fervor

But Gyomei don’t want to hurt you, so he just sighs and blow air out of his mouth frequently in his best attempt to let you set the pace, but he hyperventilates so much people might think he’s about to pass out.

He bit his lips, pinch his thighs, flex his abs, anything to make sure he doesn’t start making decisions subconciusly

“Oh…Ah…” He almost congratulates his prayers that you finally starts to move faster

The water starts to spill out of the onsen from the impact you both were making

He grabbed your hips and move it to the pace you’ve set

It felt almost unreal-

Your hips in both of his hands- and that his member disappears in and out of you

Just fast enough to make his dick feel the tingles and goosebumps

“Can we go faster? Please…y/n?” He sniffled out, tears almost fall from the corner of his eyes

He’s so cute! You just want to give everything to this man

You put your hand over his, and say:

“Yes, please guide me”

Feeling your arms draped over his shoulders, he sits up and starts to bounce you off his hips

The water splashed out of the pool so much it’s flooding the surrounding floor

But he has stopped caring about that

Your skins met and clapped together the walls and doors counldn’t hide what you two were doing anymore

Not to mention the both of your faint moans that follows, in sync with each slap

Gyomei was salivating and losing his composure, with his half-lidded eyes and arch in his torso

“Ngh…gah-ah…” That was a raspy grunt of effort, and groan of pleasure,

But his speed is not faltering

In fact, it feels like it’s sped up 3 times more

“Y/n are- are you close too? I don’t think I can hold on much longer” 

He’s biting his lower lips, eyes wide, blushing and sweating all over his face

Goddamn

that’s the sexiest face you’ve ever seen

He starts to jack-hammering as soon as you nod- bulging his arms and wheezing through his teeth

You start to pant and gasps as he nails that G-spot inside you over and over while grazing all the other spots just from his girth alone

It took a few more strokes, before you finally-

“Ah…!”

You feel your pelvic floor tensing and squeezing on him hard in waves of tensing and relaxing

Then it was not long before you feel a surge of fluids busted and filled you on the inside

He pulled you to kiss softly before letting you rest on his body

As you ponder how your relationship with the stone hashira have changed

[sashi-ya]

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THE BOSS 🐙 SOSUKE AIZEN X F! MAID! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 4: SPANKING

🐙 requested by: Anonymous Hi my request for kinktober is: day 4: spanking, aizen x fem reader, dom aizen and kinda sub reader vibes and maybe make it slightly suggestive too. ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. spanking. aizen is a millionaire who thinks can do whatever he wants (he is right :p). dom! aizen. maid! reader. spanking. fingering. hair pulling. misfeasance. remembering how he humbled Grimmjow? well... 🐙 wc: 972 // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

“(Name)!” Aizen screams from his office, startling you.

He usually doesn’t raise his voice, so he must be either stressed or very, very mad at you.

“Yes, Sosuke-sama?” you ask, drying your hands on your apron. You were washing porcelain crockery to have everything ready for the night; the Aizen family is hosting a dinner tonight, those where rich people come and laugh in equal “millionaire” tone as they brag about their wealth.

“I’ve been trying to contact my lawyer, some stupid problems with the company… come here” he says, a lot more calm now while patting his lap.

You start walking his way, swinging your body like a cat through his office. The ruffles of your short skirt, are just a cute accent on your maid uniform. The apron, a little bit wet still, immediately catches Aizen’s attention.

“Why are you wet? You shouldn’t mess with your uniform” he scolds you softly, as he receives you in his lap.

You straddle your hips on top of his legs, the ruffled under skirt gets all puffed up against his belly. Your cheeks become hot; and so does your crotch…

“I was doing the dishes, Aizen-sama…” you excuse yourself, trying to hide your apron underneath your hands. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry… I wanted everything cleaned for tonight’s dinner”

Sosuke raises one of his brows, he is thinking about something. And, soon enough, his lips draw a naughty curve; a smirk that both gives you shivers and lustful thoughts.

“Why are you washing the crockery just now instead of having it already prepared? What have you been doing, (Name)?” he asks, this time a little bit more serious but still tinted in second -perverted- intentions.

“We had a lot of work to do, Aizen-sama! Your younger brother, Gin, asked us to …”

You are cut short as Sosuke doesn’t really care about your excuses, and much less about your reasons. There are two aspects in which he is your boss; one is related to work, and the other one as your dom. A whimsical, powerful millionaire that once decided your body was his property too. And you… how could you say no to Aizen Sosuke himself?

A heavy hand squeezes your cheeks; lips protruding, eyes scared… and yet, a core becoming wet, drippy, needy…

“When did I ever allow you to give me excuses, mh… (Name) (Surname)?” he asks, leaving you out of breath, almost asphyxiated by his mere attitude. A dominant, scary aura.

You blink rapidly; eyes teary… what if this time he won’t use your body, but instead you end up fired?

That, however, was exactly the right answer as Aizen quickly moved you so that your belly would land on his lap. Somehow, you are now laying over his legs, like a bad kid that needs to be spanked.

“I must reprimand your actions, or else, you will never learn to respect me or my orders” he hums, sliding his hand under your ruffled skirt. His palm lands right on one of your ass cheeks, caressing it ever so softly, even like a soft tickle, in circle motions.

Your whole body tenses, your toes curl and your hands grip tightly to his fine fabric pants. You know exactly what he is about to do, and how much this will hurt… and you can’t wait for it.

“Sh… relax…” he whispers, passing his free hand through your nape and hair. Aizen grabs some strands, tangling them around his long fingers, pulling then your head back to look at him from underneath.

The sharp angle of his mandible, the tensed muscles of his neck, the chocolate tuft of hair caressing his perfect nose… everything, absolutely everything of his façade is deadly beautiful. However, what you might like the most about him, it is how brutal and yet calm he can be when dominating your whole being.

The circles on your buttocks suddenly stops, as his hand lifts from your flesh and immediately after -with painful intent- slaps it.

You curl your back, shutting your eyelids close with painful grimace and a loud whimper coming out your mouth. Your nails carve on his leg, pulling after from his pants.

“Look” -spank- “at” -spank- “me” – spank- “when I’m disciplining you”

what a cruel man, wanting to see the eyes of his own victim…

You open your eyes, with tears pooling right on the corner of them. Your lips trembling, your skin on fire.

“Ye-yes, Aizen-sama… I’m sorry…” you excuse yourself once again. And another spank comes. “Keep giving me excuses… come on” Your legs, that hang from his lap down, tremble with pain. Your nose, becomes runny from the tears.

“Oh no, no…” he mumbles, smirking as your pain only makes him harder. A hardness you can totally feel against your belly as it gets bigger and erect.

Aizen stops for a moment; your ass feels blessed that he has. But his fingers, this time, preferred to visit a close location of those lands that are your body… your core.

“Would you look at that, completely dampened… even inner legs are sticky… what a hoe you are…” he whispers, as he lets go of your head by giving your scalp a rest with the hair pulling.

Your right cheek lands on his thigh; panting from pain and heat you await for Sosuke’s next movement. And oh girl, you’ve been wanting this…

He rips your dampened lace panties, specifically chosen by himself. Aizen enjoys the shine of your labia covered with lustful nectar in contrast with the burning surface of your ass cheeks.

Without much hesitation, his finger slides inside your folds; he doesn’t really care whether you are ready or not, Aizen only wants to feel the warmth of your neediness around his index.

“Aizen-sama…” you whine “Mhh? You want more than a finger, don’t you? ~

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Chrollo Lucilfer

📖As soon as Chrollo's eyes land on you there is a bewitching pull that he feels within his chest, a tantalising mystery that promises a wisdom to be gained at the end. Chrollo has always observed human nature, has seen a person no different than a puppet. A mindset which you seem to share as a person to you is no different than a dog who should obey and stay loyal. You are like the reflection of a mirror and understanding you is discovering himself. Conversations between the two of you may look like nothing more than smalltalk yet in reality both of you constantly attempt to decipher and control the other one. Other spiders feel uncomfortable around you because they sense your attempts to manipulate them, the way your eyes seem to stare deep in their souls to have them submit to you. There is no one you care about, no one you truly love as your loyalty is chained to nothing. It is this one aspect that almost gives Chrollo more humanity than you possess as his loyalty lies with the Phantom Troupe. You long secretly for an equal relationship, something Chrollo cannot give you as he too longs to control. So the two of you engage in this invisible mindgame of who will possess who.

Pariston Hill

🐭​Pariston is a man who sees everything within this world as nothing more than a game. He wants to be entertained and winning or losing to him does not matter as long as he gets pleasure out of it. Unpredictable and shady, the both of you are polar opposites in a lot of aspects. You gain people's favor to make them your loyal dogs, he doesn't really care what people think. He is only invested in the game, you are invested in achieving your goals and are ruthless to achieve them. You fascinate Pariston, he wants to engage in a game with you. His plan is to meddle with your goals, to foil your plans and his attempts give him the attention from you which he so desperately desire. What he might have not expected though is to find someone so deeply manipulative and clever as you are as soon you turn the game on him. You show him indifference, the worst reaction of all that has Pariston itching within his skin. Suddenly he does you favors so that you may pay attention to him once more. The bright smile he gives you doesn't hide the hostility he feels though for you have reduced him to this state. He'll see it through to find the most creative ways to shatter you and bring you under his control.