#thermaflute

[tothemeadow]

Commissioned by @thermaflute​

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

- Being a slayer, Kyojuro knows how wrong it is to be absolutely whipped for a demon. It’s not his own fault that you give him mind-blowing sex. -

warnings: NSFW, teasing, degradation, overstimulation, ahegao, handjobs, dom reader

words: 2k

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There’s just something about saving the day and being a hero that really, really gets Kyojuro. Of course, it’s his job for gods’ sakes, but to have people looking up to him, swooning over him? There is nothing like it. So yeah, he may or may not have a hero complex. What’s the big deal? It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.

Well… Except for the fact that he is.

Nervousness and guilt chew away at Kyojuro’s insides as he stalks towards the manor; above him, the pitch black sky twinkles with thousands of stars, all of them distant diamonds. The full moon shines bright, an iridescent yellow compared to the rest of the nighttime sky. A chorus of crickets and croaking frogs surrounds him; everything is too peaceful, too idyllic.

The first time he came to this very manor, he expected the place to be surrounded by bones, both old and new. Human heads would be perched on stakes, their mouths forever open in a silent scream. He truly anticipated the absolute worse. However, as he quickly realized, everything was the exact opposite.

He shouldn’t even be here. A demon resided here – you, specifically – and he hunted demons for a living. You’re a dangerous person with sharp teeth and even sharper claws; you can kill him in an instant if you truly wanted to, and yet you didn’t. The same could be said about Kyojuro. He’s killed so many other demons before, so it’s not an issue, but he hesitates whenever he thinks about bringing his blade down on your neck.

This is the same thought process he goes through every time he visits. He always stands right outside your door, gazes up at the mere size of the manor, and wonders just what the hell he thinks he’s doing. If anybody were to learn about his late night rendezvouses with a demon, he’s done for. Hell, he thinks Oyakata-sama might even be the one to slit his stomach.

He doesn’t even bother to wait for you as he enters the place you call home; much like the outside, the inside of the manor is impeccably clean and furnished with mahogany pieces and fine China. He can tell you’ve been collecting such magnificent furniture throughout your long lifespan; it always makes him awestruck to be surrounded by such wealth. He’s careful to take off his setta, silently setting them to the side as he steps up into your home.

His tabi-clad feet hardly make any noise as he ventures into the manor, looking for any signs of life. As far as he knows, there hasn’t been any other human to step foot inside this very manor while he was present. It’s when he’s away is the problem. You’re a demon, after all – you need as much sustenance as he does, maybe even more.

Before he fully realizes it, he’s walking the familiar trek to where your bedroom is. It’s almost second nature to him, always trying to find you. He shouldn’t be so eager to see a demon in the first place; it’s just plain wrong. This whole situation is wrong, but something about you brings him back, attracts him like a moth to a flame. The need to see you boils in his blood. He wants you to be by his side constantly. It’s only human nature, wanting to spend time with someone you’re attracted to, but this situation isn’t exactly what Kyojuro had in mind.

As he slides the door to your room open, the sight of your bare back greets him. Perched in front of a vanity, you dabble makeup onto your face; brilliant red smudges cover the outer corners of your eyes and your plush lips. Kyojuro can only guess how expensive the product must’ve been, judging by the hue alone. Your hair is entirely pinned up, revealing the entirety of your neck and shoulders. You look positively stunning, magnificent. Kyojuro’s throat goes dry.

“Hello, my darling slayer,” you say, a seductive lilt to your tone. You’ve always sounded like that – like fine wine mixed with smoke and honey. Setting your fine point brush down, your glowing eyes meet Kyojuro’s through the mirror. “How may I serve you tonight?”

Glancing down, Kyojuro is greeted by the sight of your perky breasts reflecting back at him. Licking his lips, he looks back up to your eyes. You smirk at him. “I wanted to see you,” he mutters. “You look beautiful.”

You coo at him, your fingers slipping the fine material of your kimono up and around your shoulders. Kyojuro is mildly disappointed by the lack of skin, but then you turn to him, your chest only partially covered. His brilliant gaze follows the curve of your waistline, how it seamlessly widens at your hips and turns into luscious thighs. Crossing your legs, the silk of your kimono flutters against your skin.

“You wanted to see me?” you purr. Slowly, you draw yourself to a graceful stand. Like this, your front becomes entirely bare under his eyes. “Kyojuro, you naughty boy.” You bat your eyelashes sultrily at him. “Get on the bed,” you husk, pointing a clawed finger to the oversized mattress. Like most of the furniture you own, it’s made of a deep mahogany, the frame standing on four sturdy legs and raising high to form a canopy. Delicate silks hang from the top, all a dainty white. It’s behind those very curtains that Kyojuro’s taken you many, many times.

Doing as he’s told, he removes his cape and sets it to the side before taking a seat at the end of the bed. The softness of the mattress beckons to him, calls for him to lie back and fall asleep. And, he will, eventually, if this is going where he thinks it is. You walk over to him, your long, confident strides making him stare at your legs. You slither on top of him, straddling his waist and linking your hands together over his shoulders. Kyojuro inhales sharply, the scent of your perfume intoxicating.

“And why did you want to see me?” you say, dragging a finger over the sharp line of his jaw. Kyojuro trembles beneath your touch; your index taps against his lower lip, a knowing expression growing on your face. “Is the big bad Flame Pillar falling for me?” you purr.

The way you flutter your lashes causes something inside of Kyojuro to snap. Instead of answering your question, his lips land on yours in pure desperation. The kiss is heated from the start; you quickly worm your tongue inside his mouth, licking up against the roof of it and Kyojuro lets you. He lets you do anything you want every time he sees you because he simply cannot get enough.

You swallow his soft groan as your hands travel down his chest, making quick work of unbuttoning his uniform’s jacket and his shirt underneath. Kyojuro’s skin has always been deliriously warm, beautifully bronzed and freckled by the sun. He sighs under your touch; it quickly turns into a slight whimper as you pull at his nipple. Your teeth tug at his bottom lip as you continuously feel up his chest, your hips gradually working into a steady rhythm against his hardening cock. He’s always been easy to work up, but with you, every single ounce of self-control he possesses flies right out the window.

“Dirty whore,” you murmur, drawing your lips away from him. “Coming back again and again to a demon. What would the others say, huh? What would they say if they could see you now? They’d see me full of your cock, fucking you stupid. You’re so bad, you filthy slut. They could kill you for this.”

At your words, a throaty groan bubbles from Kyojuro’s chest. He knows you’re absolutely right, but that’s what’s good about this whole thing. If his fellow slayers could see him getting so thoroughly used by a demon, he wouldn’t live to see another day. He grunts as you press him to his back, your luscious breasts pushing against his muscular chest. His cock tents through his hakama, the cloth growing wet from both his precum and the slick dripping from your cunt.

“Let them do whatever,” Kyojuro pants. “You’re the – fuck – one that I want.”

You mewl at his words, your sharp nails scratching at his skin. “Is that a confession? Does my little slut love me?” You laugh at the whole ridiculousness of a slayer falling in love with a demon. You move down his chest, your lips running over the ridges of his muscles and leaving stains of red all over his skin.

Kyojuro chokes on a groan as you palm him through his clothes. Ripping his belt off, you make quick work of yanking down his pants and undergarments. His cock kicks and slaps against his stomach, the head an angry red and leaking precum. Your gaze hungrily takes in the protruding veins, the neat thatch of dark pubic hair. He looks absolutely delicious.

“Tell me, Kyojuro,” you bite, your fingers wrapping around his thick cock, “do you love me?”

He doesn’t want to say. He shouldn’t say it, save himself from the impending embarrassment, but then you twist your wrist and fuck does it do something magical to him. “Y-yes,” he stutters, tongue flicking out nervously. “You’re so ­– shit, ah – wonderful and I really, really like being with you!” He keens as your other hand gently fondles his balls.

“Is that your dick talking?” you taunt. “Are you saying that because you’re a filthy whore?”

Kyojuro furiously shakes his head. His face has well surpassed red, his lips turning swollen from how much he’s chewing on them. “Even when we’re not fucking! Gods, (y/n), I love you!” He cries out as he abruptly cums, thick ropes of white shooting onto his stomach and your fingers. He pants from the force of it; his eyes widen, then, and realizes that he just came immaturely.

You click your tongue. “You got off on that?” Despite your annoyance, Kyojuro can hear the lust laced in your words.

“Yeah…” A punched-out breath fills the air as you swiftly lower your pussy onto his cock. Kyojuro’s hands make a desperate reach for your hips, but you quickly take hold of his wrists and pin them by his sides.

“So what, I don’t get to have any fun?” You flash him a mock pout. “Come on, love, show me what you got.”

Hearing the endearment roll off your tongue has Kyojuro’s cock stirring to life back inside you. Swiveling your hips, you mouth at the underside of his jaw, your teeth just barely scraping against the tender flesh. You set a steady pace, barely giving him any time to breathe while you bounce on his cock. His hips buck frantically to match your relentless pace; he whimpers from overstimulation, but fuck your cunt is so hot and wet and he feels like he’s going to explode.

“Oh, gods, please, please,” he babbles, his tongue trying to collect whatever saliva spills from his mouth. You’re fucking him so good that he’s seeing stars. He can’t control the way how his eyes roll into the back of his head or how his tongue sticks out in pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good-“

“Am I fucking you stupid?” you ask him. Arching your back even further, your breasts drag against his torso. “Look at your pathetic face. You really are a slut, you know that? With a body like yours, it’s no wonder you bend over for anybody.”

In his euphoric state, Kyojuro shakes his head. “No, no, only for you, I promise,” he rambles. He moans loudly as the head of his cock pushes in even deeper and slams right into your cervix.

Your velvety walls suck him in with every stroke, desperate to have him inside and fuck you silly. “Who’s fucking you so good, Kyojuro.”

He groans. “You are…”

You clench even harder around his cock. “I said who.”

“You are!” he yelps, kicking his head back and spraying his cum all over your insides. You ride him through his orgasm, delighted in the way his cum seeps out around his cock and spills onto the both of you.

“That’s my good little slut,” you purr. Letting go of his wrists, you press open-mouthed kisses all over his sweaty chest. “Now make me cum, love.”

[yanderart]

As the next installment in my bnha yandere pov series, I decided to fill a vampire!shouto request I got a while back (and thanks anon for the brain juice 🖤)

Below the cut is a little one-shot I wrote based on the portrait (todoroki x reader, 1.2k words, dark themes), so feel free to read it if it interests you~

   People like Shouto, you had come to learn from the source, took until they had no more to take. You had been warned of vampires like him before, the ones who were not content with just drinking and had to mark, had to own and consume. To them, humans were not just blood bags, but pets too.

    But you looked so lovely with his hands around your throat, he loved to tell you while caressing the puncture mark of his fangs, his fingers closing around you like an improvised collar.  

   Even if you had both entered an agreement at first, a set of rules put into place for your comfort and safeguard (humans might’ve been a commodity in your world at that point, but that didn't mean you weren't a costly one), soon enough you were quick to realize those same rules held little importance in the eyes of your somber creature.

    What had started as an exchange of blood for monetary compensation, a bargain you had shamefully entered out of pure necessity, had morphed with the passing of weeks. When he started worldlessly demanding more, silently coaxing you out of things you had never thought you’d be willing to give.

    This is okay, he’d say before latching again to your wounds, his tongue lapping at the blood trickling down while his eyes fixated on your pained expression. He should’ve stopped drinking, the numbness from blood loss quickly settling, but he hadn’t.

   This is okay, he repeated as he pushed, as he kept taking. 

   And you believed him.  

   He told you of his old life in detail while the forceful bond between you two grew, his attention suffocating you while he lingered despite having had his fill already. Between opened wounds and a pensive stare that never left your side, he would retell you his origins, the path that lead to his awakening, to the hunger he could not rid himself of now no matter how much he tried.

   A runaway noble who had fought against a preconceived fate, against the notion of what he was supposed to be, against parental pressure and the boot of a man who mistook obedience for affection. 

   “I’m sorry that happened to you”, you’d reply every single time, at a loss for his need to keep retelling the same story time and time again, “Ownership is not love, never will be.”

   And he stared at you so peculiarly then, not articulating a retort but hinting at his thoughts with a clouded stare.    

He had daddy issues, in other words. And mommy issues too, judging by the way his face would nuzzle against your chest as he asked you to keep combing through his hair. He was satiated, drank until you felt dizzy and frail, but refused to leave so you could go on with your life. Instead, he now seemed to dread letting you live without the shadow of his company.

   Although you think it was partly your fault as well, how the situation had no doubt escalated with time. Because as much as you scoffed, as you belittled the vampire inwardly, you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t feel just as intoxicating to be needed, to be remembered in a place where people like you were just another luxury for the upper class, another object for the rich to feast upon before tossing aside like playthings.

   Just a pretty little human, you’d been called your whole life. Blood bag, meal ticket, and much more unsavory terms. And yet in his arms, you couldn’t help but feel like you were of importance. 

   It filled your heart with a twisted sense of pride, to see a hunger crawling into Shouto's eyes that far outgrew the base desire of blood. To feel hands that crept up your sides as he fed, fingers that slid down your shirt and caressed your skin in a way most unbefitting of a strictly professional relationship.   

  To feel him grind against you, hands bruising as they gripped you, the rumble of his moans resonating deep within you, the weight of his words numbing your mind as they coaxed your body into returning his need with a necessity almost as alarming.

  Yet what had started with him just lightly fondling you between meals had also quickly transformed, Shouto taking advantage of the validation he knew you sought too, of the glimmer in your eyes whenever he praised you for being such a pretty little thing, and such an obedient one too.

  His appointments became more frequent, his carefulness slipping as your phone buzzed with dozen of texts and calls, of new demands and new rules, new terms of a business partnership which sounded less and less business-related as time went on.

  He started by demanding even more of your time, had the status to make sure you were available to him every second of every day, willing and waiting for his arrival.

   "You don't need to work anymore", he convinced you while he nuzzled your neck, his arms holding you more like a lover than a mere meal, and his voice dripping with an urgency far more telling, "anything you want, I'll provide."

�� And soon enough, that too delved into convincing you of leaving behind your place, of moving into his luxurious house. He was your only worry now, the only thought worth preoccupying yourself with, and it was a matter of time before that too mutated, his need to own you full-heartedly becoming even more apparent.

   His tongue stopped darting against the wounds his fangs opened, seeking to heal, and stopped nursing the bruises his too eager hands created in the height of his feedings. All of your body became a canvas of his work, a testament to his artistry, and judging from his wondrous stares you wondered if he didn't consider you his masterpiece. 

You hadn't commented on it, because he had taken advantage of your lack of expertise, of your lack of knowledge about vampire-human etiquette, and the alarming lack of decorum exhibited by him every step of the way. 

   However, you also were smart enough to notice how he started handpicking the places for his ministrations. He went from your wrists to your neck, to the expanse of your stomach… and now your thighs, your chest, your hips. He smiled as he marked you, telling you it was better to change places before your veins became too abused by his constant prodding (and, certainly, not ever commenting on how it could all be solved if he just closed the injuries he opened himself, instead of leaving you wounded and weakened).

   He would press his nose against the crook of your neck, drunk on your scent as well as your blood, and urge you to keep running your fingers through his locks.

   His lifeline, he called you with a tinge of urgency, a heat that unnerved you as much as it fascinated you.

  How intoxicating it was to feel wanted, so enrapturing that you hadn’t realized just how much you were willing to compromise.

Even when you stopped needing the money, when you became dependent on his charity altogether, all of that became secondary. A red flag so blurred it blended against the scarlet liquid dripping down your skin.  

   Even as his blood-covered mouth crushed against your own in a staggering kiss, even as you felt the taste of your own life entering your mouth and sliding down your throat.

   Even as his hands discarded your clothing, demanding, overwhelming, and he guided and persuaded you until you were no more than pliant dough in his hand, his to take and his to mold.

   While he had an eternal hunger for blood to keep him company, Shouto had conditioned a different kind of need to be awakened in you. A kind of overwhelming need, a longing you did not understand but felt.

  And one only he could satiate.

                                                       -----

And special thanks to @reinawritesbnha, @snappysnapo, @eevwrites and @thermaflute for hyping me to hell and back and helping me through the process. Y’all are amazing and motivate the hell outta me :,)

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[mythiccheroacademia]

Happy New Years Hotties!!!

hey :) i know your dash is flodded with beautiful new year’s posts and i just wanna pop in and add my own little thank you note. if you read nothing else, at least read this.

after the year we just had, you deserve some big gross romantic declaration of love and then a new year’s kiss. so lemme just say i love you and give you a smooch. you survived all 365 days and that’s some real hot girl shit. thank you for being you. i’m shaking some metaphorical ass for you bc you are that bitch

wishing nothing but inner peace, self love, confidence, happiness, big moneyyy and all the pretty bitch shit you could ever want in life <3

now that that’s over, wanna see me be a cornball beneath the line?

i’ve attempted to write this an embarassing amount of times. so now im forced to write this 2 hours before midnight at a church event....wearing white like im not on the most sinful app in my phone...in front of my mother...keeping a straight face in front of 100 people...and this wig is squeezing tf out my head. this is prolly not gonna be perfect and if i forget anything or anyone, my b dawg. i’ll be back to edit

so let’s get into it. no beta, we die like hot girls 

there’s about 5.4k+ of y’all i’d like to individually thank, but that’s impossible in the time constraint i have. so, for now, pls accept this embarrassing thank you/love letter. im not gonna act like i dont spill my heart out to yall on a daily. but imma do it again. this yr was trash tbh. everyone was being tested like all hell, but we’re here and i’m very grateful for that. my heart is full from all the kind hearts i’ve met throughout my time on here. 

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to my mutuals, your presence literally blows my mind bc there was certainly a time i talked to me, myself, and i LMAO. i was so nervous to speak to anyone outside of asks bc a bitch was shy, but you’ve all accepted me with open arms and have made my time on here that more bearable. thanks for tolerating me bc ik i’m a lot sometimes hehe. y’all are cool asf and a large reason why i haven’t called it quits. no matter what i want the best for y’all. thank you, i love you 

also i have to write a special shout out to @bnhainthewoo and @melanimed bc you two hoes are stuck w me forever. even tho ion like yall niggas all the time, i love y’all like sisters. you’ve supported me through some real shit and i cant say thank you enough. i’d literally fight anyone for y’all also @liltodo @cellotonin @kingtamakimurder @tamasoft @kelatonin @mrs-atushiro @itsbabyysunnyy @mypimpademia @myhoodacademia @infernaltribute7 @sheerxradiance (i’m forgetting so many people but my mom just asked why i’m typing so much and im PANICKING) you all are people that i was lowkey highkey geeked to get to know and blogs i look up to. when i figured out you followed me, i smiled a lot and every time i interact with y’all i literally tell myself ‘don’t fuck this up cece.’ it’s sick LMAOOO i appreciate you and idk man, i just genuinely like you guys a lot and ion be liking people like dat. hope y’all are well and know that i have real love for you. i’d revoke my hottie card for y’all <3

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to my anime anons, bitchhhhhh y’all are a RIOT. thee harem house is a mess!!! the way you keep my on my toes is sickening. you guys deserve a medal. you make my tumblr experience so fun, i can’t thank y’all enough. you make me feel all kinds of emotions and i’m always asking myself, “now how’d we end up here?” KSSKSK. please know that i’m grateful for every note and ask. i hope you all are having a wonderful new year. i love youuuuu

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to my followers, if anyone deserves the biggest thank you, it’s y’all. you’re the main reason i write. the comments and interactions i get from you....i dont understand how i got so lucky. you’ve seen some shit on here yet you still stay. like bitch wtf. WHY ARE Y’ALL STILL HERE??? you make me smile and i honest to God wish i could hug you all. thank you for believing in my writing. thank you for believing in me and this blog. and thank you for being some real ass pretty bitches

i had more to say but i’d be here all night. happy new years y’all. be safe and know i care about you. thanks for surviving 2020 with me. y’all are some hot girls fr fr

i’m about to tag everyone and their mama. if i forget you, pls know i dont mean it and I”M COMING BACK. i have to do this in the next 3 min jdknfk;fk i love you. don’t come at me sideways! i beg!!!

@sems-diarie @sunshineszn @pinkceokjin23 @chefakari @black-bhabie-2000 @azura-galaxy @amajikibby @des-the-girl @blkanimegyal  @iiminibattlehero   @lilsparkyswife @stellarxfresh @mintballoons @reebgirl13 @bnha-baddie @vixenpen @oshun-energy @vangooh-works @tediursula @oh-sotired @azura-galaxy @fuckingyaoimann @astrablossom @todorokiaimee @thermaflute @saitamastamaticsoup @velvesagi @blkladyelle @sweetbakugou @shayiswifey @vodrea @bakugoustanaccount @shhhlikeme  @bnhatrashh @niggacaaaaaat @tododeku-or-bust (couldnt forget to add you<3)

[mythiccheroacademia]

this is me responding to some of the responses I got back from posts (THAT YALL DIDNT NEED TO DO) and it’s gonna be sickly sweet so be prepared and ignore this if you want to,,,i just can’t not respond to this yfm?

@lilsparkyswife​ let me start here bc bitchhhh the way I had to take breaks reading this bc I got so embarrassed ksksskks. i deadass don’t know how to respond without sounding corny but you’re making me giggle and shit lmao. I really appreciate this and you. ify when you say you don’t feel sure about your blog sometimes but know that everyone admires your writing! you’re doing just fine and im glad you’re here (and I haven’t annoyed you yet lmao) ❤️  

@iiminibattlehero​ you’re not conceited at all sis! it’s called ~being truthful~ lmao but ify so hard on that point of wanting to “dial back” bc you think you’re just...too much maybe? i’m sure y’all are privy to cringy i can be 💀 but i try to remember if that’s how you act, then be yourself on your blog. your writing attracted people but your personality is what made everyone stay in the first place, right? 

anyways, i appreciate you girl ☀️   

@thermaflute​ not you being soft on mainnnn,,,,i am no longer looking -- 👄 --

i’m gonna be short and sweet bc i could really write a thesis on sum simp shit and ik aint nobody here wanna see that. but you’ve got a special place in mi corazón and i’m glad you’re here. you add some good content on this here janky ass app lmaoo. also take care of your mental health hoe otherwise i’ll fight you through this screen 👊🏾