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kanrojixx · 1 year ago

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How unfortunate~

Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, Aizetsu x FEM!reader

word count: 2,5k

Warning: sexual content, nsfw, aged up 18+, gangbang, rough sex, fivesome, belly bulge, non-con, virginity loss, p in v, p in b, throat fucking, oral sex, anal sex, reader being manhandled, degradation, breeding, overstimulation, blood mentions, scratching, biting, mentions of fingering, she enjoys herself after all

Previously posted on my Wattpad "anitazza05"

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

Run. This was the only thought you had in your head. You were bumping into branches, your yukata was torn but you didn't care. You kept running. Tears of fear and anguish clouded your vision as you desperately searched for a way out of that wood. You should have gone home, but curiosity had got the better of you. You check behind you, slight relief filled your chest as no one was seen.

That feeling immediately dropped as you felt a pair of talons grabbing you by the arms, causing you to lose the ground safety. You looked up as terror filled your eyes. A winged demon with golden eyes and an amused look. He had a smirk on his face. You cried and floundered in his grip «Huhuhu~ you better give up honey, you don't stand a chance~�� he said licking his lips. The tears now ran down your cheeks as you abandoned yourself in the demon's talons.

You reached the abandoned building where you were discovered spying on the four demons. «Hey Sekido! Hehe I got her~» he landed near his clones and dropped you on the ground. The four demons surrounded you. One of them squatted at your height, his umbelievably green eyes stared into yours «Hmm~ she's cute, it would be a shame to kill her right away~» you shuddered as he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and wiped the tears off your face with his thumb.

«Karaku stop. this whole situation is depressing» you heard the other mutter. Another one sighed angrily before speaking «Urogi, check that there are no other slayers» big wings cleaved the air as he flew around checking the surrondings. «Well now, are you part of the demon slayer corp sweetie?~» Your eyebrows frowned as the demon spoke, your expression seemed to amuse him, «don't wanna talk?~» he grabbed your chin pulling you close to his face «Much better, I'll fuck those words out of you~» a shiver run down your spine at his words.

«No one to be seen Sekido~» the winged demon landed close behind you. You more or less figured out who was who. The golden eyed demon with talons was Urogi, Karaku had a large maple leaf fan and deep green eyes, Aizetsu must have been the demon with a sad and calm expression; while the last one, on the other hand, looked very pissed, that must've been Sekido.

«Oh come on Sekido let's have some fun~ I see no reason to kill her. Yet~» Karaku chuckled licking his lips «I agree huhu~» you hear Urogi's voice behind your ear. You gasp as your clothes were ripped off your body, you pull your arms to your chest trying to hide yourself, but Karaku yanked your wrist away admiring your chest «That's some great view~» he cooed as he fixed a lock of hair behind your ear, exposing your neck before licking it slowly.

You wanted to scream as loud as you could, but a hand tightened over your mouth. «Try not to make too much noise, someone might still hear you~» you feel Urogi's talons wandering around your body. Karaku smiled mischievously, taking his hand off your mouth before speaking to the other two. «What are you waiting for? You coming or not~?». Sekido let out a guttural growl as Aizetsu just sighed, they still seemed reluctant.

Your tears were pouring down wetting Karaku's fingers, his malicious eyes fixed on yours «There's no need to cry like that~ I'll let go of your hands but don't try to escape or I'll kill you instantly~» he said in a hoarse growl as he released your sore wrists. You didn't move a single muscle. He licked your tears away and smiled.

You gasped loudly as you were lifted off the ground, carried into the building and pinned to the next available wall. The other three joined you quickly. «Are you part of the demon slayer corp?» Urogi said almost annoyed by his own words. A cry of pain escaped your lips as his fangs dig into your skin, «It's a simple answer, yes or no~?» his tongue left a wet trail all along your neck as he licked the blood off the fresh bite. You panted heavily and didn't respond.

Urogi approached your face as his wings closed behind his back, strong arms grabbed your thighs and lifted you making you wrap your legs around his neck. «Answer~» he growled, his talons scratched your soft skin. You closed your eyes and shut your mouth holding back your cries of pain. «Well in that case…» Urogi moved closer to your cunt, you felt his warm breath against it. Your eyes widened as you tried to free yourself from his grasp, in vain.

He quickly stuck his tongue in your hole making you scream, your hands tangled in his hair as you tried to pull him away… Or at least that was what you thought you were doing. You felt him smile against you as he pushed the slippery muscle deeper. You arched yourself against him throwing your head back leaning against the wall.

As much as you didn't want to, you were getting excited, a veil of lust clouded your sight. In that instant Urogi felt you squeeze his tongue slightly, as fast as he had slipped in, he moved away and looked at you pleased. You groaned as you tightened your thighs around his face. Without taking off that evil smile, he made you slid down so you could wrap your legs around his waist. «Did you come up with an answer by chance~?»

You felt that you were about to give in «I-» you managed to mutter in a hoarse voice before locking yourself shut again, remembering not to reveal anything. He raised an eyebrow «Still reluctant huh~». Your jaw dropped feeling his talon slip through your folds, you dropped onto his shoulder, trying to suppress the cries of pain that threatened to leave your mouth.

He pulled back again. «I won't tell you anything-» you stammered closing your eyes. «Is that so~?» you heard karaku murmur while he somehow slipped behind you squishing himself against your body. You felt his breath behind your neck, you shivered and narrowed your eyes as he bites the lobe of your ear. «Well I guess we have no choice then~» Karaku said as you heard a rustle of clothes.

You opened your eyes wide, only to see Urogi and Karaku freeing their bodies from the only things that separated their skin from yours. You could feel their erections pressing against your thighs. «Be ready dear~» you heard them line up at your entrances. «We'll fuck your brain out~» you felt Karaku's hot breath against your ear. You were about to protest but they were faster.

They pushed forward pressing their tip against your two holes, they managed to push a couple of inches. You whimpered in pain as you fell forward onto Urogi's shoulder. «Hey Karaku, I think she's still a virgin~» Urogi chuckled with a joyful smile, it didn't sound so joyful to your eyes «Yes I can feel that even in her ass~» Karaku said feeling your walls painfully tightening.

«But she's a good girl, she'll be able to take all of us~» more tears pricked your eyes as they started pushing again forcing your insides to accomodate their quite impressive sizes. Your nails dig into Urogi's shoulders, scratching the base of his wings «a bit more little one~» he whispered «relax a bit more, it'll hurt more if you don't~» You desperately tried to relax ignoring the stinning pain.

«All right that's good~» Karaku grunted as they finally managed to bottom out. Urogi sighed in relief as they let you adjust to their dicks. «I almost forgot the warmness and tightness of a woman» Urogi growled against your neck.

The pain was slowly fading, your walls started to relax against them. As soon as you were a bit more relaxed they pulled themselves out, until only.the tip was still inside you. They slammed back in, at the same time building a merciless pace.

Karaku's hands found your breasts, starting to knead the tender flesh, his fingers rolling your nipples occasionally making you squirm under his touch. Your whole body was reacting to them, and that they noticed giggling as tried to hold your moans back «Enjoying it too much~?».

You cried not wanting to accept that, deep inside, you were liking it. Their hips snapped against yours, repeatedly hitting the deepest spots, «Fuck, your ass is tight huh~» Karaku grunted rutting into your hole faster, causing a loud moan to escape your lips. You felt Urogi's dick hitting your cervix causing your thighs to shiver lightly. He noticed your reaction and wrapped his talons around your waist pounding your cervix repeatedly.

You felt Karaku's hand crawling to your clit, rubbing and twisting it between his fingers, you moaned as you threw your head back onto Karaku's shoulder. «Aw she's milking my cock~ Karaku, I think she's close~» Urogi sped up his thrust, pounding into your pussy. «Yeah, her ass is squeezing me to death huhu~» Karaku glued his fingers against your clit in a circular motion, he pounded your ass mimicking Urogi's pace.

An intense orgasm crushed over you, more tears soaked your face as the just kept going, not bothering to stop. The overstimulation caused your frail body to tremble against their muscular ones. Why you? They just took your virginity.

«May we know your name~?» you feel Karaku lean forward and whisper in your ear, with the different angle you felt him shift inside you, making you scream as you claw the other demon's back. «Aw come on, don't be shy~» Urogi murmurs as he feels you tighten around him. «You still refuse to talk?! Tsk fuck» you hear Sekido taking off his clothing «Hey Urogi, move.» you hear the demon chuckle «it looks like you made him angry huhu~» he cooed as he pulls himself out and gives way to the other, which quickly stops you from falling and wraps your legs around his waist.

«You better talk because I won't stop until you do» he said quickly thrusting himself between your slippery walls immediately starting to move, he was rude, he went as deep as he could, hitting your cervix with each thrust. «t-too much-» you got interrupted by a stronger snap of his pelvis. «Huh? Is this too much for you?» he growled pounding you harder.

The moans you were trying to suppress came out of your throat without restraint. «Karaku put her down on you» Sekido dryly orders the demon behind you «Okay~» you drop onto Karaku's lap as his hand makes it's way up your thighs and begins to tease your clit. You groan loudly in Karaku's ear as you squeeze dangerously around his length. He start pushing himself up by hitting you more effectively as you arched against him.

Meanwhile Urogi approached and begin to knead your breasts, leaning over, sucking and biting your nipples. Your legs tremble, your toes curled and your hands claws Sekido's shoulders. «So fucking tight» you hear him growl in your ear «you humans are so sensitive~» Karaku whispers against your neck. They picked up the pace, your insides quiver tightening as your moans become more frequent.

Aizetsu was so silent you didn't even noticed him approaching and gripping your hair turning your head to the side so that his cock was in front of your face, «If you're not going to talk we better put your mouth to a good use» The tip of his member pressed to your lips, you wanted to complain but Karaku snapped his hips into your ass particularly hard, causing your jaw to fell open. Aizetsu quickly pushed his cock into your mouth sighing in relief.

You choked around his girth as he started to fuck your face holding your head tilted to the side. Obscene sguelching sounds and slurping noises filled the empty building «Hey I feel left out~» Urogi stated with a pout as he took your hand making your fingers wrap around his unattended dick. «Can you stroke my cock right~?» He asked bucking his hips starting to fuck himself into your hand «Come on~ please~» he groaned feeling your hand squeezing him softly.

The lack of air was making you feel lightheaded, you probably were about to pass out. Aizetsu pulled his dick out of your throat caushing you to cough and greedly sucking air into your lungs «Y/n−» you manage to murmur in a weak and hoarse voice. Sekido thrusted harder «What?» your nails dig into his shoulders «Y/n! i-it's my n-name!» you screamed «Oh~ what a beautiful name~» Urogi chuckled thrusting into your hand, his hot breath gave you goosebumps.

«What a good girl~ finally decided to open up completely~» the little praise Karaku whispered into your ear, caused the knot in your insides to snap, you came soaking and squeezing their cocks tightly. «Fuck- feels fucking good» Sekido growled as he bit your neck. Your legs trembling violently from overstimulation, your body was held only by the strong grip of the demon behind you, probably if he had let you down, you would have fallen to the ground.

They sped up their pace slightly, you tremble in the demons arms, Urogi and Aizetsu attack your chest with more bites and hickeys meanwhile both their cock stood still soaked in your juices and saliva. Your neck was already covered in purple marks and bite marks. Sekido and Karaku kept hammering at your core mercilessly. Sekido attacked your lips biting them and sliding his tongue into your mouth muffling your moans. The knot that had just snapped wrapped your insides for a third time. You hooked your arms around Sekido's neck lightly pulling his black locks while hiding your face in his neck as he broke the kiss.

Aizetsu pulled your head back and slipped his cock back into your throat chasing his own release like his counterparts. They thrusted into your abused holes a few more times before they all came without bothering to pull themselves out. Their seed leaked out of your cunt and ass, down your stomach, where Urogi fucked himself into your fingers; and down your chin as Aizetsu pulled his dick out of your throat.

You panted clinging harder to Sekido's shoulders, as him and Karaku slowly slid out of you letting their release drip down your thighs «Maybe we exaggerated a little? Her insides are full for sure huhu~» Urogi chukled touching your stuffed belly.

«Stop screaming Urogi» Aizetsu sighed «She passed out, once she's awake I'm sure she'll talk» you heard them discuss among themselves. You were barely conscious, you felt yourself starting to black out, before that you felt something warm lightly caressing you while cleaning the residue as the chatting slowly disappeared. You didn't want to believe that those demons were taking care of you.

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lovelybarnes · 2 years ago

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you can't say this to me and just expect me to be fine??

Grocery Trip- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader Warnings: none About: grocery trip a/n: sorry about errors i don't feel great rn

The jet’s seats should be more comfortable, you think.

For all the money Tony’s poured into these things, the seats must be softer, have a little more spring. You shift when the flimsy armrest that’s been digging into your lower back begins to feel more tiring, straightening up and letting your eyes flutter shut.

You’re not tired, although you assume you should be, stretching your fingers out and frowning lightly when even that shoots a prickly ache up your tendons.

Your nails are stained pink, still besmirched with a tasteless metal after ages of hot water and soap up to your elbows.

There’s a spot of dried red on the floor in front of you. You don’t have any more cereal. Licking your lips and tasting a tang of iron, you turn to Bucky next to you, index and thumb pinching at one of the straps on his vest and pulling gently. Slowly, his eyes meet yours. There’s a smudge of blood above the rise of his eyebrow.

“I think our pantry’s empty right now. Fridge, too,” You tell him. “I’m pretty sure we were supposed to go shopping today.”

“Okay,” he replies, unsure of your point.

You look up at him expectantly, a little too tired to want to think by yourself.

He understands after a silent second, a sly arm coming to loop around your waist. “You wanna go now?”

You stare up at him and shrug, knowing well you shouldn’t put it off when you’re not not in the mood to go grocery shopping.

“Alpine is out of food,” Bucky points out.

“Didn’t you buy a bag last week?”

“You put food in her bowl every time she stares up at you right. She’s gonna get fat, y/n.”

You frown at him. “She’s from the streets, Bucky. I think she deserves to be at least a little fat.”

Bucky sighs somewhat exasperatedly, some of the darkness of his eyes rolling away like clouds on a stormy day. “Okay, then. We have to get more cat food.”

You laugh then, the uneasy mood in the jet honeyed thanks to Bucky. “And cereal,” you chime.

“Limes,” he continues, staring off in an attempt to remember. “Peaches.”

You turn to look at Tony, stretching a leg to poke his calf with the tip of your boot.

His head lolls lazily toward you. “What?”

“Bucky and I need to go shopping.”

“Now?”

“Can you drop us off at a grocery store? Please.” You ask as an answer. “Somewhere with fancy cat food.”

Tony stares blankly for a moment, silent enough for you to begin creating a plan B, but you’re beneath yellowed fluorescents with a promise of a car coming by to get you later a few minutes later.

You send Bucky off to get some cucumbers while you go to wash your hands once again, steps light and very nearly giddy against the linoleum floor. The averageness of the store is so dull that it’s a colorful relief, something bright and cold rushing up your skin and bursting with a familiar energy, like the high of a sugar rush in the pale light of a television.

Even the ice of the metal handle of the bathroom awakens you, pushing it open with the bruised angle of your elbow and meeting your own eyes across from you. It’s startling to see yourself beneath the pale light of the bathroom, your face weary but calm in the smudged reflection of the mirror, eyes alight with that surge you can still feel.

The right side of your face is splattered with hard minute bubbles of wine stuck to your cheek. A sticky chill goes up your spine, gross and making you feel unclean. You blink at yourself, shimmying your shoulders to make it go away.

It disappears when you plunge your fingers beneath the cold water, clean skin rubbed raw with another round of soap. Your nails remain a shade of red darker than they should be.

Humming in dissatisfaction, you tug at the paper towels peeking out beneath the machine, tearing off a long piece and keeping it with you when you push the bathroom door open.

You wander among the aisles until you find Bucky in the produce section, staring intently at a pyramid of peaches.

“Make sure they’re not too ripe,” you remind airily, walking up behind him to cock your head at the fruits.

“I always get bad ones,” he mumbles. It’s not meant as a push for you to do it, more of a determination to get it right.

You twist your lips in disagreement but don’t reply, turning to stare at the left side of his face. There’s still red above his brow, just as you thought there would be, and you crumple the napkin in your hand as you lift it to his face, patting his skin gently with its wet side.

A swipe of scarlet turns to pink dotted with vermillion, your gentle swipes on his skin carrying away more of the it and leaving a residue meant only to harmlessly remain.

He only offers you a curious glance before getting back to it, finally picking up a peach with a scrutinous glare.

“Too ripe,” you sing lightly, not looking away from your task. “The other one you had was good.”

He mumbles something to himself, dropping the one you’d specified into the bag.

You pat his cheek once it’s clean, too, part in pride that he’s finished with the peaches and part in satisfaction at the lack of contrast between dark cherry and electric blue.

“Thank you,” he says.

“Super-soldier girlfriend duties,” you explain, tucking the paper towel into your pocket.

“Well then, you’re a very good super-soldier girlfriend.” He lets a thumb dance just above your cheekbone, where a bruise dots its beginnings. He frowns. “Do we have any frozen peas left?”

You grin widely. “Look at you. You know my favorite frozen vegetable to ice my wounds.”

“Well, I’m a very good Widow boyfriend.”

You run an index along the rise of his nose. “You are.” Then, a tap to the dip of his cupid's bow as you move a little closer. “Cat food,” you whisper.

“You’re a tease,” he complains when you move back, watching you walk away from him. You look back at him over your shoulder and grin.

“Come on, Widow boyfriend,” you entice. “Our cat needs food or she’ll yell at us.”

“I’ll yell,” he threatens, dragging his feet as he trails behind you. “Cereal first,” he reminds just before you pass the aisle. He doesn’t so much as pause when he arrives at it, sparing you a glance as you prance back to him with three boxes of cereal. “Do we really need that much?”

“Yes,” you confirm curtly, dumping them inside the cart. “Barnes household likes their cereal.”

He hums. “Produce is done, cereal is done. What’s left?”

You list off your fingers as you resume your slow walk next to your boyfriend. “Cat food, of course. Popcorn, cookies.” You pause. “My list is sitting on the kitchen island, right next to our empty tub of pasta. Oh, pasta.”

He stops, taking three steps before he finds the bowties and linguine, and throws two bags into the cart.

“You wanna pick up the food? I’ll grab the rest of it,” he proposes.

It’s sweet, an effort to get this over and done with quicker, but you have learned to appreciate the humming lights of the supermarket, the squeaky wheels of each cart you seem to pick, even the high-pitched squeal your boots manage to make when you turn on a specific tile. It makes returning to your apartment a gloomier affair, as if highlighting the end of the night and overshadowing what the start of it means.

“Let’s go together,” you amend, shuffling closer to him and ducking beneath a bulky arm. “Can we?”

He settles around you, turning his chin nonchalantly to press a kiss to the space between your brows. “Sure.”

You grin up at him and detangle, rolling your shoulders. “So, which popcorn did you like best? Lime? Sea salt? The really greasy ones?”

“Which ones were your favorite?” he asks.

“Lime, but I know they weren’t yours.”

“How would you know?” he accuses, stopping at a jam sale in front of the chips. The popcorn selection starts only a few steps away from you, colorful and expansive.

“Because you never finish the bag.”

“I leave it for you.”

You huff, walking to the boxes of kernels. “You’re only so generous because you didn’t like them.”

You pull out a box of sea salt and a box of lime, stopping just before you’re out of the aisle to grab the greasy ones.

“Why’d you ask?” He laughs.

“Why didn’t you answer?” You counter.

Bucky twists his lips and sends you a look, its thin indignance falling away when you push yourself back into his chest. Automatic, he wraps his arms around you. “Y’tired now?”

“No.” You yawn, body betraying you.

“Uh-huh.”

You peel your face from his chest, appointing his hands as the sole reason to you upright as you let your head drop, arms limp. “Leave me be,” you moan.

He snorts, tugging you close with a start. You squeal, hands coming up to grip him soundly. “Two things left,” he reminds.

You smile, freezer chill hitting you from next to you. “Most important.”

“Most important,” he confirms, steadying you before he starts walking again.

As if renewed—by his touch, by the store’s manufactured winter—you're chatty again. “How many boxes of cookies should we get? You want those strawberry ones? The chocolate chip? Those wafer ones with the chocolate filling?”

“One.”

“One of each.”

“One.”

“Why!” you lament. “I deserve cookies! We deserve cookies! Why are you doing this to me?”

Bucky chuckles at your misery, turning into the cookie aisle. He doesn’t go far, walking only a few feet to drop the wafer cookies in the purple box in the cart, and then turns around, staying silent when you skip to the other end and come back with two different boxes beneath your arms.

“You’re worse than the damn cat,” he gripes.

“Who still needs her food,” you chime cheerily. “Do you remember which brand makes her sick? Is it the one with the green or the paw?”

“Back in my day, cats ate what they found in the trash and they liked it,” Bucky grumbles.

You glare at him, scanning the variety of cat food along the shelves. “You say this as if you aren’t the reason we’re buying her fifty-dollar food.” You make a delighted sound when you spot the familiar black case speckled with cat figures.

“Fifty dollars!” Bucky exclaims, coming up next to you and taking the food from you. He checks the price tag as he sets it down in your cart, shaking his head. “Alpine eats better than I do.”

“So, what I’m hearing is, you want to eat,” you tug at an edge, balancing it away from you to read the lettering on the case, “’wet meat in gravy and pumpkin soup.’ I have to admit, I didn’t take you for the type.”

“Alpine likes it just fine.”

“Alpine,” you keen mournfully, “is a feline.”

He is wonderfully unable to help his laugh, softening it with an eye roll and a reminder that it’s late and we need to pay, menace.

Helpfully, you bend over the cart handle to leisurely pick items up one at a time and hand them to Bucky, who takes them with a kind graciousness as he shoves various grocery items on the sticky conveyer belt. You send him a toothy grin when you choose to pick up a box of cookies after a few seconds and he responds with a surreptitious press of his lips.

The cashier reminds you of your state when you stand next to Bucky and watch him hand her his card, hand in the air for a few seconds because she’s staring at the spatter of blood that splays across your face.

To her credit, she snaps back quickly, pasting a weak customer service smile and wishing you both a good night.

Headlights peek out from the clear margins of the cloudy sticker pasted on the store windows, alerting you of Tony’s kept promise and a reminder of home arriving with it. Then, as an extension, an overwhelming exhaustion only cured by your bed and blankets and pillows.

Bucky is quick to take advantage of your distraction, gathering the bags in his hands and bumping your shoulder gently. A question of “do you want to go?”

Not really, you think briefly, but the abhorrent green of artificial lights begins to ink into the cracks of the ceiling.

He begins to walk when you nod, a few steps ahead when you turn to grab bags and see nothing left. With a soft grunt, you hurry to open the door for him, spotting the car Tony sent in one of the parking spaces further away.

The bags strain beneath Bucky’s curved fingers, bumping into each other with each little breeze. You hold out a hand to offer help, fisting and stretching your fingers out wide as an invitation when he turns to you, but he only glances from your open hand to your face. Gathering all of the bags in his left arm, he curls his free fingers titillatingly around your outstretched ones.

“Punk,” you murmur affectionately, letting him guide you to the car with a sweet squeeze of your hand.

#sobbing about this #i will fall asleep thinking about this for the rest of my life #umbelievable compliment i adore you #comment reblog #read when sad

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