#yamada asaemon shion smut

[kingkatsuki]

You cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be able to smell your desire for him, okay?

Pairing: Yamada Asaemon Shion x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, scent kink.

Word Count: 0.7k.

You liked to stare at Yamada Asaemon Shion.

Assessing him under your shameless gaze as you mapped out every inch of his features. From the deep, worn scars that crossed his eyelids, to the light shadow of stubble that cast across his jaw. Your eyes followed a path to follow the prominent bones of his clavicle and the hint of skin that peeked out from beneath his robes, just enough to keep you pondering what lay beneath.

“You shouldn’t stare at him,” Tenza would tell you, bluntly. But there was no real harm in it.

Shion was beautiful.

With a body that could’ve been sculpted by the gods, and a face to match. He was made to be ogled, to be marveled. Committing the sight of him to memory to keep with you while you lay awake at night with your fingers buried deep inside your cunt plagued with thoughts of him— And there was no real harm in it because he’d never know.

Or well, so you thought.

“Are you even paying attention?” You can hear the harshness at the back of his throat, trying to conceal the humour in his tone. A soft sigh follows as he moves to sheath his sword, you hadn’t been— how could you when the tie of his robes loosened enough to reveal muscular pectorals that begged you to ask for more.

“Of course.” You threw back a lie. Your eyes still focused on the light sheen of sweat that glistened against his pale skin in the cooling embers of the afternoon sun, slowly disappearing beneath the horizon.

“Are you lying to me again?” His calloused hand found the curve of your jaw with little effort, his palm pressed against your throat as he held you tight. Feeling the vibrations as you exhaled softly under his touch— you should’ve known there was nothing you could hide from him.

“Think of your answer again.”

He can smell the arousal practically pooling between your thighs. Clenching them together in a feeble attempt to mask the overpowering scent, but it’s futile when it practically radiates off you. The desire for him burns inside you like a blazing inferno as you’ve fought the urge to satiate it in front of him on more than one occasion. And what makes it worse is the same smell still lingers on your fingers, evidence of your indiscretions. The scent has his cock throbbing beneath his robes as he wonders what you think about when you lay on tousled sheets.

You make it difficult for him to focus— to even remember to breathe as he tries to aim for his target. His thoughts possessed with how you would feel beneath him, how you would taste. He’s never felt so much disdain over the thought of never being able to see again until now— to see how you would look strewn beneath him, the pleasure that would be etched into your features when he has you coming undone on his tongue.

“I was paying attention, Shion.” You chance again, your tongue slips out to wet your lip as you stare up at him. His jaw locked and focused as he curls his palm around the back of your neck, his thumb still pressed firm against your jaw.

“You were paying attention to something,” He continues, leaning down until his lips are a breadth away. His warm breath flutters against your skin as you have to stop yourself from reaching out to him, almost cross eyed as you stare at his chapped lips, “But I’m certain it was something improper.”

You can’t ignore the way your cunt throbs from his words, your neglected clit pulses with desire as Shion catches the muted rumble of a groan shake at the back of your throat. He can smell the fresh wave of arousal that oozes from your cunt, the spike in your temperature as he presses himself against your skin and the hike in your breath. Longing to bury his nose between your thighs to inhale deeply, to seek out the alluring scent that captivates him.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He is. He already knows it, you already know it and yet he moves his palm over your front to press against your sternum. Feeling the swift flutter of your racing heart, before his hand slips lower to cup your sopping heat through your hakama, “Or do I need to check?”

[hoejosatoru]

Hell’s Paradise NSFW headcannons

just a few random hcs for hell’s paradise men bc we are severely lacking content <3 if you have any hell’s paradise smut requests please hmu!!

Gabimaru

Surprisingly a little shy/nervous in bed. Mostly because he doesn’t have a lot of experience in that department and is scared of accidentally hurting you. However, he’s super attentive and tuned into your body so it’s so easy for him to pick up on what you like. Always asking, “you like that?” earnestly but it’s actually sooo sexy and he doesn’t even realize. He really can get you off so easily so he really shouldn't be worried. BUT please praise him. Tell him how good it feels. He lives for that. It makes him happy that he’s taking care of you, but also drives him wild.

Speaking of, he truly just lives to pleasure you. Truly gets pleasure out of just making you cum and doesn’t care that much about himself getting off. Often ends up cumming untouched when he gets lost in eating your pussy. Accidentally overstims you all the time because he just wants to keep making you cum:(

Aza Chobe

Likes it rough. Are we shocked?? No spoilers but if you’ve read the manga, you know he likes to be on top and in control. Wants someone who will fully submit to him n let him use your body for his pleasure, but of course he’s gonna get you off sooo good in the process. He wants to spank you, slap you, choke you, all of that. He’s got a corruption kink and loves the idea of being the first person to fuck you like that. Loves how you look up at him w a sweet lil fucked out expression begging for more.

He’s super possessive and regularly gets into fights with guys who look at you a second to long. He always wins those fights, obviously. He likes to mark you up because of this, so everyone knows you’re his. Plus you just look sexy covered in hickeys. Your neck is his favorite place because it’s so hard to hide. Gets a kick outta seeing you attempt to cover them up. But also loves leaving them on your tits and inner thighs.

Aza Toma

The opposite of his brother because he wants to be dominated. Please choke this man and call him a good boy. He will go fully feral. He definitely is super sensitive n gets all flushed n breathless when you’re fucking him. Also SUCH a whimperer. Like the prettiest sounds and it’s so fucking hot.

He definitely wants to have a three way with his brother. Knows it’s probably a little weird, but doesn’t care. He thinks it would be so hot to share a girl with him. And if you’re willing to indulge him in that? Oh he would be in love. Also would probably like just watching you get fucked by Chobe, but definitely would want to be involved too. And it’s totally worth it they fuck you so good.

Shion

This man worships your body. He loves working you up by taking his sweet time with you. The gentlest kisses and touches all over your body. You can tell how much he loves you by his touch alone. It’s reverent truly. Will slowly kiss up your leg and down the other just barely missing where you want him most. He loves how it gets you all worked up. When you get antsy he says it’s his way of ‘seeing’ you, which is partially true but he does really like how needy you get. He definitely enjoys making his blind jokes too.

Truly so romantic I don’t know how else to describe it. Really into slow and sensual sex. LOVES positions where you can super close/your bodies are pressed together. The more he can feel of you, the better. Gets so, so deep inside you that it takes your breath away. Likes to stay inside you and cuddle after <3

Shugen

Brat tamer. Doesn’t like being too rough with you but will do what he needs to to make you behave. Has days where is a little more intense n intimidating and you know not to push him. He would never truly hurt you, but you know he will deny your orgasm till you’re a sobbing mess if you misbehave. 

When you do behave, he will give you all the orgasms you want. Will tease you for being greedy knowing damn well he wants to see you cum again just as much. Loves fingering you because he has so much control and easily watch you. Would love to have you in front of a mirror and make you watch how good he is making you feel. Will tease you for the mess you’re making, but he loves it. He can easily go rounds and always does because he loves the way you struggle to walk a lil the next day. He thinks it’s cute <3

[svgvru]

✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗧𝗪𝗢!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! body worship + "i need words, pretty baby" ꒰ yamada asaimon shion x btm, f!reader ꒱: praise, set in the edo period, slight angst in the beginning, very slight manga spoilers, implied chubby!reader, oral ꒰ r!recieving ꒱, fingering, p in v, soft/gentle sex, slight breeding.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆... the long wait that you had to endure, desprately hoping your husband was alright. he was simply an executioner, nothing more—nothing less. his job was important to him, you know that and respect it despite it being such a mentally taxing job. you always wonder what swims through his head in those moments. sure— most of them were 100% criminals, but sometimes they had families. the death penalty was something handed out by the people in power. they could simply choose if you were guilty or not, and you would be sent to have a sword sliced through your next. you always wonder what its like—listening to people's dying words. at least with his technique they'd die quickly, it wasn't terrible, right?

but he's only an executioner. he shouldn't be observating criminals on some mysterious island. one where men go missing for months—even years! only to return a deformed pile of flowers.

he's only an executioner, one with a wife at that, so why...why did he have to go? an anxious feeling in your stomach when he told you he was leaving. "it will be alright, love. i promise," his soothing voice managed to calm you down in that moment. your cheek resting against his calloused hand, rough from many years of training and wielding a sword. his thumb softly brushed against your cheek as he promised you he'd return. he'd keep his word, that was the type of man shion was. he promised it was only for supposed to be a short trip. but the longer you didn't hear the familar sound of your sliding door—the more worried you became.

it had been far too long for a "short operation." you worried it would be him being sent back with flowers sprouting from his body. because you need him. not in the traditional "a woman needs a man for a family," or "you need a husband to work." you need shion for your own mental wellbeing. he couldn't see you, no— his eyesight had been stolen long ago. and yet, he described you as if you were the sun. he spoke to you that nothing could rival your beautiful. his terrible jokes were the highlight of your day! and you'd laugh at them no matter how despicablely awkward or horrible it was. he'd help out with housework as best he could, he'd praise and kiss you, treating you as if you were glass. his presence would always brighten your day, he was the pillar upholding your emotional and mental wellbeing.

the days had turned too long, and you feared you'd never see his face again. the only thing keeping you sane was his promise, but even your friends had given up. "without bearing a son, such a shame" you'd hear as if you weren't a grieving widow. your father had even arranged for another husband for you. but you held hope, perhaps because you were grieving. you were stuck in the stage of denial.

and perhaps you were starting to hallucinate. the sound of the woode sliding could be a noise outside, or perhaps it was your father? there was a familiar grumble, but perhaps you were thinking too hard, manefesting his voice. perhaps you were— then the sound of your name rung in the air. setting down the book you had been re-reading, you turn around, facing the door to meet the voice with shock. your eyes took in the familar sight of spiky silver hair, a horizontal scar going through the mans eyes, and two scars on each of his eyes. although, a new one adorned his skin, a horizontal scar that stretched along the front of his neck. his normal asaemon uniform was disgarded, replaced with a black shinobi robe? one with matches pants, gaiters, gauntlets, sandals, and a white tasukito hold his sleeves. it was strange seeing him in such drastically different clothing, but regardless, your husband had come home.

"shion?" a smile graces his face at the sound of your soft voice. he whispers your name with a smile, a soft expression displayed upon his face. you turn fully and slowly get up, walking hesitantly towards him as if you thought you had really lost it— if this was just a dream, or a ghost standing in front of you. your hands gently cup his face, fingertips gently touching his scars that are committed to your memory. "oh," a sigh of relief leaves your lips as you touch him, tears swelling in your eyes.

you jump to wrap your arms around him, to kiss him before he flinches, stepping back— keeping you at an arms distance. a surprised and somewhat hurt expression is displayed on your face. although, before you get a word out his nervously waves his hands in front of him, apologizing for his sudden action. "ah— im afraid im a bit...dirty, at the moment. i will visit the bath house, but i— i needed to see you first."

"oh," you say with a slight chuckle. bending down you grab a small stack of clothing, his clothing. you'd keep his robes next to you if he needed to bathe when he returns, it seems you were right. you hand him the stack. "well, im glad i prepared your robes." he smiles at your actions. "thank you," he bows respectfully, taking the stack. he wishes he could touch you, hug and kiss you in thanks for waiting for him. however, he wouldn't want to subject you to the hellish grime that was present on the island. a traumatizing experience, but he's made it back to you— that's the important part.

you have to admit, seeing him leave so soon after he'd returned made you sad. of course it was only to the bath house, but he felt so far. you anxiously fiddled with the obi tied around your kimono, waiting for him to return anxiously. and as if he could hear your thoughts he turned to corner, stepping back into your shared bedroom.

the familar informal black half-coat draped on his shoulders made you smile. he pulled on his obi before he sat beside you on your futon. his hand gently cups your cheek, you leaning into his familiar warmth. "i should apologize for my incorrect words. it seems it took much longer than i thought," shion speaks softly and leans in to kiss under your eyes as if he could see tears were to spill from your eyes, "thank you for waiting."

"i'd wait as long as i need to," you immediately respond to him. you eyes roam his face and neck, wondering how he gained the scar on his throat—although you don't ask. but— oh how you terribly missed him. how you missed his warmth and the sound of his calming voice. you long for his touch, burying your face his hands. he knew you longed for him, after all, he was gone for an abnormal amount of time than either of you were used to. and he could read your mind. he could tell what you were thinking about as you staree at him. despite not being able to see your face, he could always tell what you were thinking, even more so now after the full experience of tan. you watched him lean in closer to you. his lips lightly press against yours. the warmth you've missed returns to you as you feel and accept it. as you feel him.

you feel his rough, calloused hands slide down to your neck. his thumb brushes against your jaw. shion pulls away from the kiss, and as if he could see you, he smiles softly— his eyelids closed per usual. "you are so breathtaking, my love." you smile, and playfully roll your eyes. "as if you could actually tell."

the frown the becomes displayed on his face was adorable. it was as if a child had been told something negative about their favorite toy. "i feel that you are. and if i could see you, i assure you i'd faint!" shion accentuates his words, trying to make you laugh with another one of his dry jokes. "really?" you question him almost sarcastically, playing along with his light-hearted tone. shion sighs, shaking his head as if he's in true disappointment. "if you do not believe it, perhaps i will have to show you?" he whispers with raised eyebrows, leaning in close to you. "and how—exactly will you do this?"

shion smiles, his hands slides further down onto his neck. you feel his pinkie slide under the fabric of your layered kimono. "in a way where i can fully see with my hands," he mumbles against your soft lips, his other hand working to undo the obi tied around your midsection. a grumble leaves his lips at the accessive layers covering your body, however it'd be worth it when he fully felt the warmth of you.

you move forward to press your lips against his, and almost immediately his lips part, accepting your tongue. it had been so long since either of you had felt eachother's tongues, eachother's body— since you'd felt eachother's souls through passionate love.

he releases a greatful sigh into your lips when he touches the fabric of your nagajuban, pushing it aside quickly to touch your skin. "i have a feeling you've missed me," you mumble, feeling shion smile into the kiss. "you've missed me too, haven't you?" you hum, unable to argue against his rebuttal. you feel him lean forward as you fall backwards, letting him set down on the futon. the cloth touches the bare skin of your back as the last of the fabric is removed from your body by the man above you.

shion feels your hands touch his neck, sliding down to his shoulders to push the robe off of him. "one moment, my love," he mumbles, giving you a quick peck before he sits up, taking off each peice of fabric.

a part of him feels bad, you'd prepared these clothes for him—only for him to strip himself of them minutes later. although, the thought is thrown from his mind at the feeling of your hand gliding down his chest. "someone's quite eager for a touch?" he grins, earning a playfull push to his shoulder. "of course." he chuckles, leaning back down to give you a series of soft and meaningful kisses, touching you lightly, tracing his fingertips along your skin—he knew exactly what he want doing. it'd seem he hadn't forgotten exactly how your body worked after his dreadful trip to "paradise."

a satisfied sigh leaves your lips at his touches. "i've missed you." your words fill his ears as his lips trail from yours to your neck. you hear him mumble some variation of 'as do i' but he's bit entrapped in the feeling your body. his lips follow the valley of your breasts down the fat of your stomach, his teeth grazing the pudge above your vagina. "so beautiful," he mumbles against your skin. he whispers praises as he presses his lips along your skin.

he smiles as his lips touch the fine hairs on your skin. his fingers lightly trace your hip dips, squeezing the fat of your thighs when he touches them. his lips are level with your clit, but he opts to kiss around your pussy— kissing your inner thighs and outer lips. at ever kiss and touch— it feels electrifying. your inner thighs jolt at evey touch, although you feel yourself melting from it. his touch feels the a warm flame hovering over your skin, spreading heat throughout your body, causing your insides to feel warm— specially between your thighs. and you are aware shion grins, he can't see your reaction but his sense of smell is keen, and he's used to your body's reactions.

when his lips finally press against your clit, you jolt. the area hasn't been touched in quite a while, you were no doubt sensitive. his slow and soft movements seemed to entice a stronger reaction from you. his lips hover of your waiting pussy. "may i?" he questions, lifting his head up to show he's focusing on your response. "y-yes. you may..." he smiles at the mumble you let out. in response he utters a 'thank you' before he slides his tongue in between your inner folds— licking a stripe between them, collecting your slick on his tongue. he licks his lips at the taste of you. opting for more, he continues the movements of his tongue—sliding the tip of his tongue inside of you. a small smile spreads across his face at the whines you let slip. he could tell you were embarrassed, you always were embarrassed with your sounds—however, he always managed to pull them out of you by the end of the night.

"shion," his name left your lips in a soft cry. one of his fingers tease your entrance— his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly. "yes?" he smiles carefully sliding his thick finger inside of you, a small squelch produced as he does. his finger lightly curls inside of you, earning a loud whimper.

"yes, my love?" shion questions, roughly licking a stripe up your clit. "is this to your satisfaction?" his voice remains soft as ot reaches your ears, not a hint of a condescending tone or anything like that. you force out a word, aware he can't see you nod. "y—es!" he chuckles lightly, his breath against you causing you to shudder. "alright," you hear him mumble before his lips go back to work. his finger slides in and out of you, curling when it's pushed to the hilt. you feel him purposefully missing the spot that could have you cumming in seconds. shion knows where it is, however, he doesn't press there— his fingers only torturously brush against it.

"a-ah! mm, shion.." your whines are all music to his ears, "ngh! o-oh, please!" depsite how against he is on the topic of you crying, he'll accept just this once. he'll stuff another of his fingers inside of you, purposefully curling and pressing harshly against the gooey ribbee spot inside of you. he'll suck harshly on your clit as he does, a smile on his face when your hips jolt. they lift off up the bed as your thighs shake, and the strangled moan you release makes it much better. he'll lick up your release, refusing to waste any as he slurps and drinks it all up. he'll lick his lips and smile— he'd sit up and carefully wipe your tears from your cheeks with an estimation. "are you alright? can i continue?"

you sniff, sucking in a breath. you feverishly nod, eager to continue to feel his touch— the pleasure he gives you. his unsoiled hand, ups your face. "i need words, pretty baby." you simply whine at how soft his voice is, whenever it comes to you he's as gentle as can be.

another sniffle leaves your body as you collect yourself, mustering up a word. "ye...yes." you manage to whisper, glossy eyes catching the way he softly smiles at you. "thank you," he whispers, his unsoiled hand sliding down down your face and to your arm. he gently grabs your hand, lifting to his lips as he sits up. "oh, how I've missed you..." his lips kiss each and every finger, his hand turning yours so can press a kiss to your palm. "your soft skin, your voice, your touch. i've missed you so much," he whisper softly to you, leaning down as your arm slides against his shoulder— you take the liberty to tug on the little hairs above his nape, smiling at his words.

"i've— ah... i've missed you too," you whisper back to him, allowing his lips touch yours, tasting yourself of his tongue. his body is pressed against yours as you feel something press against your sensitive entrance. as he slowly presses in, you moan loudly, legs trembling. you suddenly feel just how much you've longed to feel his body against yours as you cling to him. "perhaps we should finally make the family you've been longing for?"

you chuckle, nodding happily. "yes! please..." his hips connect to yours as he holds you tenderly. his lips kiss your neck as he lets you adjust. "may i move?" he whispers, smiling at your eager 'mhm!'

the feeling of his cock sliding out of you was magical. your eyes roll as you blink, trying to keep sane from only the drag of his cock. "ah!" you tell as he slams back into you. his cock stretching you in a way you haven't felt in such a long time. you felt as if you could feel every vein and curve of him, your hands secured on his back. his strokes are slow and sensual, providing you with the pleasure and love he feels— there being no shortage of his soft words in your ears. whiny 'i love you's leave your lips. his soft huffs and grunts fill the room, paired with your sweet whines. "oh, you feel amazing," he voice is soft and breathy. "i really should give you a child of mine to bare—"

eager 'mhm!'s leave your lips as your thighs shake, his thrusts getting a bit rougher. the more you felt him, the more you longed for a child. one identical to him if possibe. "oh! ugh..." the coil in your stomach started to tighten, the anticipating feeling spreading to your inner thighs. "ang—ngh! a-ah there! right there! don't stop!" you shout, unapologetically digging your nails into the skin of his back.

shion pants with a smile, keeping the same pace and force he has— he grits his teeth at the pain of your nails, but he cannot deny the loves the feeling.

if you could keep your eyes open, you could recognize how desirable he looked. his cheeks are red, the tips of his ears following suit. his jaw was clenched, and his lips were parted in desire. you wished you could see his eyes. wished you could've seen what would be in them. although, as your eyes cross and your head falls back, all thoughts leave your head. only him. only your husband and his cock inside of you. your thighs shake as the coil snaps, you cream on his cock. at the same time shion grunts, filling you to the brim with his cum.

he carefully rests his forehead against yours, the two of you panting in tandem. shion swallows, his jaw feathering. "one more time. one more time and i'll be sure we're getting a present in a few months." you chuckle along with him, slightly nodding.

"yes. more!"

[ohtheresmore]

I would swallow Shion whole if I could. My nose on his stomach and everything

[everyonesroiting]

I need more Shion from hells paradise content smut, fluff, angst like where is the fruit where is

the juiceeeeeee😭🥲. Or just hells paradise content in general. It’s such an amazing anime and manga, I just think it needs more love then it’s getting even if it is relatively new.