chreafysan
Multi-fandom Bitch (18)
Masterlist
21 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
major-procrastination
I'll post something... eventually...
cravingyoubadly
spoiled bbygrl đ«¶
bellasitaliansalad
knives
abigalew
Abigale Woods
punkmage
maker... enchantment soup again
Text
I reuploaded my fanfic so here you go :)
Blue Spider Lily | Muzan Kibutsuji x Reader https://www.wattpad.com/story/344748924?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=NonyWriter&wp_originator=zf324Rbosr2N5TjvSrZVR86VziN43OLJceMRga2G%2FC6qVHw2w6fWhLK8Cgyn2q%2F80KXuUWgqNWgEnIVmFilUu%2B%2BvBEeFBtNaPyaeHO1sW8GMj9HgHfKWz4V0K5NP5F%2Bg
#muzan x reader#muzan headcanons#muzan x you#muzan kibutsuji smut#kny muzan#muzan kibutsuji#muzan smut#muzan fluff#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer#anime#demon slayer fluff#demon slayer fanfic#wattpad#muzan kibutsuji fluff#smut#demon slayer smut#anime smut
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
đŠđąđđ§đąđ đĄđ đŹđ§đđđ€ | GYUTARO SHABANA đ» đ
đŠč pairing: Gyutaro x F! College Student Reader
đŠč genre: erotica/ dark content / ageless + MDI
đŠč summary: Thereâs a Sleep Paralysis Demon haunting Elm Street University, who targets and devours only the bratty students, or anyone who bothers you. During mid terms, self care has left the group chat for you but Gyutaro takes care of his favorite human, who he watches over as she sleeps, exhausted and disheveled. Heâll make you more disheveled when heâs done with you.
đŠč word count: 7.3k
đŠč cw: stalking, pining, jealousy, monsterfucking, gore, death, violence, size kink, breeding, pussyjob, cervix fucking, dub!con, date r*pe drug mention, somnophilia, dacryphilia, cum all over the damn place, get y/n a wheelchair đŁ
đŠč a/n: lovingly dedicated to @putridsimp . Thank you for inspiring me to write smut in the first place, it was your Gyutaro fics that did it for me đ©<3
tag list: @putridsimp @sukunas-play-thing @knyplaymatemansion @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday
He loved to use his strikingly âscaryâ looks as a weapon. The target? Anyone who found him unnerving.
He would devour their fear when they would lie in their beds, totally pathetic-looking, weak, complacent. And thenâŠeat them. Fear added a nice little saltiness to the meat. A littleâŠumami while they cry for their dear mommyâŠif you will. He liked when people would be so tense right before they died. The muscles were a challenge to bite into when rigor mortis set in. Almost like digging your teeth into beef jerky. He loved something to just gnaw on with his sharp razors for teeth.
The best to gnaw on were college students. People who live in their prime, like he never got to. He died when he was about their age so he held a special kind of bitterness against them. Some of them having loving parents to write home to, some getting to be in sororities and frats, having friends. Being in their own safe, social bubble. While his mom tried to kill him for being a burden, and she and his sister had no choice but to be prostitutes, and people in the village tried to kill both him and Daki. They wouldnât survive a single day as him. And he never would know what it felt like to spend a single day as them. All safe and spoiled and soft, no smell of fear, but reeking of unearned pride.
WellâŠ.he made sure they wouldnât be safe for long.
Hah. Looks like college football players werenât such tough guys after all, he found. Gosh, those jocks made him sick. The fact that they could probably stuff their faces with pizza and burgers and whatever they wanted if they went on weekend dinners with their parents and have their muscles filled out in all the right spots. He could never fill out his frame like them!!!! They were so tasty to eat because they were such mamaâs boys. So sheltered, never having to struggle like he did. Psh. They never had their mom try to get rid of them because it was another mouth to feed, no. They had everything. An actual future, getting sent to college.
He loved being their first real glimpse of terror and hardship, he just loved seeing that realization in their eyes that yes, the boogeyman was real. That nobody could save them now, like their teachers who would give them Bâs for lousy essays that deserved an F at best.
Same with all the rest of those damn rich kids. He could just smell it on them. Probably got full-ride scholarships because their parents were so well-off. Ugh. Revolting. They just take and take but if he had been a studentâŠ.theyâd definitely ignore him if they werenât jeering at his looks. He wanted to peel their skin off like grapes and tear their hair out, after he tore some of his own hair out from annoyance.
Gyutaro found out after years of haunting that college campuses were the best to snack on dumb students like them, and his ancient demonic presence realized that this was always going to be a hot spot for kids who never had to live in the real world.
Hundreds of years of misery and no love, and he was insatiable. Endless food and endless ways to get vengeance for his anger at his unfair past life, which could never be satisfied. There was no room in hell, and no way to satiate his burning rage. He was always starving.
But the moment he saw you at Elm Street University, he realized he never knew true hunger. Until now.
No. You werenât anything like those stinky perfect snobby kids with their perfect little lives.
You looked perfect and were sort of perfect in your own way, sure, but in a different way. Perfect in your imperfections, perfect in how you cursed so much when you were by yourself, perfect in how forgetful you were but smart at the same time. You werenât all STUPID and PATHETIC and ANNOYING. Like those girls in the sorority house that he terrified last week in their dreams. He loved bullying who he knew were the lifetime mean girls, who lived lives that Daki shouldâve had. Making them cry. They deserved the bullying in his mind. But not you. You seemed actually humble and grateful for every little thing. Every little opportunity. You had a hunger just like him, but in a refreshing way. Hungry to chase goals.
But you were in it to give to others. He didnât know why, but he liked that about you. His mantra was to take and take because no one in the world will give, but maybe there was an exception, maybe you were on to something and he was missing a piece of the puzzle all these centuries. He could tell you actually had good intentions. When you worked at a cafe in the mornings, and as a server on weekends, you had a sweet little smile as you served others. You loved it. You worked hard. Took nothing for granted. You were sweet and soâŠhuman. You had that integrity even when you thought no one was watching.
He would lurk in your bathroom as youâd get ready and he loved how you intentionally messed your hair up so it wouldnât look so neat. You werenât a damn clean freak in your apartment unless your parents would be visiting, then you were in a mad rush.
He loved smelling the lethal amount of coffee in your blood. An entire pot-for-2 of coffee you had made the night before because that tenth stupid phone alarm finally woke you up. You were soâŠlimited. A hot mess. Effed up sleeping schedule. But you were trying your fucking best. You had to survive somehow. And youâd do whatever it took even though you were hanging by a thread constantly. He loved sensing that desperation to stay alive but being worn so thin. He felt that, even though his past life was so different from yours. You reminded him of how it was to be a human and how much of a struggle it was but you somehow made it look so good.
Your prominent eye bags and sleepy expression were SO cute to him but he found it amazing how well you would cover how tired you were with your mad makeup skills (his sister had competition, seriously!) and that plastered-on way-too-convincing professional smile. And by the end of the day maybe you fell asleep in that makeup because you were so exhausted, but he would wipe off your little face for you from time to time so you wouldnât sigh sadly at a new cheek pimple the next morning. The thing about you wasâŠ. you could clean up well but he could tell you were authentic. You were cringe and you were free. You were a bit of a loner like him but you didnât need to fit in. Because fuck all those kids that make up the majority, who let ânormalâ and conformity define them.
You couldnât stop the loneliness from panging in your heart sometimes and wish you had more than, like, one friend and a few acquaintances. But you found your inner peace. Heâd watch as youâd eat alone and youâd sleep alone, and youâd breathe alone, and youâd laugh alone. How youâd game alone. Watch anime alone. Take solitary baths. Read fic on RLbmut about werewolves and demons and Optimus Prime fucking yoâwait, what?
Ok, his new manic pixie dream girl obsession was a bit of an unexpected freak.
Never did he know a human would want to fuck a cryptid. A weird, unsettling creature like himself. So maybe you werenât completely out of his league. But wait, now youâre playing Doom on the PS4 ??????? Thatâs kind of rude. Killing demons?! The fuck? Ok, maybe heâll talk about that with you later. And then he could beat you in that game. Heh. Bold of his horny, awkward self to assume heâd ever talk to you, though.
At least you had some sense to put the game down when it was a good time to get some rest before your morning shift. You turned off the TV, did a little night time routine, and went to sleep.
Itâs been a few days of him watching you, which is the longest heâd watch humans before eating them. And yet, he didnât want to devour your flesh. Gyutaro crept up to look at your sleeping form and sighed softly at how delicious you smelled up close. Your guard was completely let down and you slept so deeply. That last fanfiction you read was about the reader getting absolutely rawed by a gangly, yellow-eyed demon with sharp teeth and claws and he smelled your sweet arousal in the air from the words you read. Filthy, filthy, filthy. He loved it.
âMmm..â âhis eyes locked on your face as your expression twisted a little in your sleep and let out that soft little noise. He bent on his knees and brought his head to smell the source of that smell, pure ambrosiaâŠ.fuck. He had to hold back a moan as he could see how wet you were, even through your little shorts that he wanted to rip off of you to make you his. Usually people would sense his presence entering their dream and freak the fuck out, but you loved it. You had goosebumps on your skin, but these werenât goosebumps of fear, no.
He touched your forehead ever so gingerly to sense what you were dreaming, since he had telekinetic powers to know what his sister âor anyoneâ could see through the âthird eyeâ area of the brain. You dirty little minx. You were definitely dreaming of a demonic presence sneaking into your room and it was riling you up. He made sure it looked like him. He brought your mumbling little lips to his and held your face, kissing you softly. You made a little gasp in your sleep, still stuck in this deep, deep, slumberâŠand with that, your lips parted a little and he used that as an opportunity to lead a dance of lips, his tongue lazily caressing yours.
The noises you were making, made all the blood rush to his cock like his demon blood art rushing to his scythes. All of a sudden his balls felt heavy, painfully full, even, with the combination of your noises, your scent, your soft lips, YOU. It was all too much. He wanted to empty himself inside youâŠbut even more than that, he wanted to wait. Waiting always made flesh taste better, so he was sure you would be somehow better if he exercised some patience in absolutely demolishing you, building up the tension a little before the sweet release. Maybe heâd even have you awake for it.
âAh, please,â you whimpered in your sleep when his lips were off yours for a breath too long ââŠ.p-please,â you sleepily repeated under your breath, desperately, eyes clenched shut, brows furrowing. Well, who was he to deprive you of pleasure if you asked so nicely? He gently pulled down your shorts and panties and took in how delicious that pussy looked from up close. He climbed into the bed all carefully, afraid that his sleep-enhancing spell could break at any time even though it was foolproof and was used dozens of times. It was so cute how a pretty little creature like you could ever be dreaming of something hideous like him. Usually he had to enter peopleâs dreams and blindside them. How polite of you to welcome him in already, letting him be no stranger to your subconscious.
SoâŠâŠâhe placed your legs over his shouldersâ
âŠ.damnâŠ. He dipped his head in and licked a long, broad stripe up your dripping cunt, eliciting an even louder moan from you.
âŠ..Inviting. All self-control went out the door as he ate your pussy like it was his last meal on earth, filling your bedroom with sloppy filthy wet noises and his near-silent groans coupled with your little keens and mewls. His nose rubbed against your clit as he mouthed deep into your lips and his tongue prodded at your entrance. You sounded so beautiful like this. He wished you were awake, you probably looked so cute begging with your eyes for more.
His breath got shallower with yours as he fucked you with his long, pointy tongue, drinking everything you had to give him. You looked so needy, even though you didnât even know his name yet.
He couldnât wait to make you scream it one night. Tonight was not that night, though. You were bucking into his face and your legs were tightening around his head and he absolutely cherished it, swirling his tongue around your clit and pumping in a long finger, your juices making loud squelching noises and coating his index in cream. You whined even louder, âhahhh, yes, big demon⊠please,,, please,â and he slipped in a second finger and sucked on your clit, relishing in how you clenched around him and ground into his face. He hungrily brought you even more into his face with his other hand. He wanted to suffocate on you.
God, you were so tight. You were panting so hard and he didnât stop his ministrations one bit, he could tell you were so close to coming undone for him. Your moans were loud and the beautiful heaving in your chest was something between sleepily smooth and labored because he was turning you on so much in your dreams, stomach and pussy clenching and convulsing, as he fucked you faster, deeper, curling into that soft spongey spot and licking your puffy red bud. Your back arched like you yourself were being exorcised of a demon, but he was still right there, letting you spill all over his fingers.
When your breathing finally slowed he took his fingers out of you and whined shakily at the gorgeous string of cum connecting him to your soaking pussy. He cleaned off his fingers and knew you were the only taste of heaven his wretched demon soul would ever get. And he was okay with that. Actually, he was addicted to this little bit of heaven he found. He got up to leave you be for the night but felt a wet mess inside his pants where he came from getting you off.
He was hard again, painfully hard. Gyutaro saw you had a hand hanging off the bed. Careful, he smirked, or else a monster will take that hand thatâs hanging off the bed. He pulled down his pants and his cock sprang free and slapped his abs. And that âmonsterââŠwas the one in his pants. He crouched down and took your open hand and guided it to the base of his cock. Just a little touch of yours made precum just ooze out of him. Your fingers were far from touching because his cock was so thick, which made him more rock-hard than ever.
âWhy do you have to be so damn tempting, hmm?â He made do with the size difference and held around your hand, guiding it up and down his shaft. His head fell back and he sighed. âJust like that, ehh, doing so good for me, pretty thing,â he cooed shakily, as he thrust back and forth into his hand that curled around yours. He kept going, faster, faster, faster, making your hand squeeze around him, tighter, tighter. Somehow having it be your hand jerking him off made it feel so much better. When he felt like he was getting extremely close, he paused, wondering if he should cum all over your sweet dreaming face or edge himself.
He chose the latter. He had other plans. Who was he kidding? Your pussy made him so drunk. It was a damn magnet, and he just could not get away. He got back on the bed and saw you were in the same position he left you in when you came, with your legs spread and glistening pussy on display like the prettiest diamond in the world. He didnât feel worthy at all, he felt so ugly, so filthy, so undeserving of this beauty. Thatâs why I would treat her better than anyone ever could, he rationalized. His hands met your hips and circled in your skin and your snoring lips curled up. You squirmed all desperate for touch when your body sensed his large hands. Your instincts, even when asleep and dreaming of him, were consent enough. He turned you around slowly by your hips onto your stomach, cock dripping, and arranged your pillows and blankets under you so you could be arched up for him, pussy almost facing the ceiling from the exaggerated doggy position. His breathing was in pants this entire time, and got more desperate as he looked at your ass, so perfect and ready for him. He grabbed your plump ass so hard with both hands it opened up your pussy lips and he spit on your wet hole, bringing his length to grind on you, sighing with relief at pleasuring himself again, and nowhere better than your leaking cunt. He loved teasing himself, he found, and wanted to wait to put himself inside you until another night. Until then he was just going to slide his dick back and forth, riding that pussy, wetness spreading your perfect cheeks, heavy sagging balls grinding against your clit making your whimpers join with his. He never felt so good in his life. Him jacking off could never feel as good as using your pussy and ass cheeks as a half flashlight to grind on. He ground harder, needier, messier, as you got wetter and wetter in your sleep, your desperate moans egging him on, balls rubbing your clit as you tried to squirm, but he kept you so nice and still for him, so good. You made him feel so, so good. He could feel himself getting close again and he moved his head to grind around your opening, his hand jerking him off to finish right by your entrance, mixing your juices with his. âMmmâŠahhhâŠfuck.. y/n..â he practiced saying your name for the day heâd be guts deep inside you and having you look into his glowing eyes. His balls emptied twice at the sight and feeling of you but he was nowhere near being done. He mounted back on you, pushing your cheeks to sandwich his dick and fucking back and forth, admiring how youâll look when you take him doggy eventually. He finishes a few more times on you, on your back, on your ass, and right on your entrance, before he just keeps feeling insatiable. Youâre so fucking addicting. He just longs to have you awake so he could stuff you full with load after gushing hot white load. But for now, heâll settle on fucking between those plush thighs and cumming again. âŠ
You woke up all groggy, horny, and confused. You had no idea that a demon came all over the back of your body the night before and thought it was just a really sexy dream , but your dazed half-asleep self decided to go to the shower to wash off for work. Good idea, you. âGosh that demon I had a wet dream about is so hot,â you said to yourself when the hot water woke you up. You wished he was real. That it wasnât just a dream. You sighed and went to your morning shift, a green-haired demon with pronounced hips, ribs, and muscles consuming your thoughts the whole day.
You eventually forgot about this dream as life took over and stressed you the fuck out. Gyutaro kept himself busy though he was always thinking about you and hoping youâre doing alright. Itâs too bad his sister was so needy sometimes, always needing him to catch food or do the dirty work for her so she doesnât stain her outfit with blood. Good grief.âŠ.
One night he searched for your energy, your scent that he ingrained in his mind. Youâre at a bar, and some guy cannot stop talking your ear off as you smile to hide a grimace at his annoying presence. Gyutaroâs gold eyes glared at the man. He could murder him right now in front of everyone, but he didnât want that to be the first time you two officially meet, no. He waits, with a record breaking self restraint, until you âgo to the bathroom,â instead going outside to get your Uber. Stupid fucking cunt, has he realized she was trying to leave? Gyutaro thinks as he sees that the man is now trying to walk outside the club.
The guy never reached you. He was taken to an alleyway three blocks away, pinned to a wall by none other than your beloved sleep paralysis demon.
He looked around, shaking, but played it cool with the grey-skinned demon. âDude, what is going on? You have the wrong guy, brother, chillax.â
âI canât chill when you simply canât take a fucking hint from a girl that sheâs not interested, maaanâ a smirk laced Gyutaroâs tone as a bloodthirsty smile spreads across his face, making dimples in his sunken cheeks. A large hand came up to grip the manâs neck and raise him up in the air.
âWâwait, that girl????â the man choked out.
âThat girl is mine,â Gyutaro growled, âand you put something in her drink the second she left, you pathetic excuse of a man.â A shriek left the man as he threw the man violently to the ground.
Gyutaro chuckled, scowling a little. âTo think you would ever get her number, man.â
This guy had such a thick skull he couldnât even take a hint from a demon throwing him to the ground, that maybe he should shut the fuck up. âDude, as if you could pull her, even.â The guy had nerve, Gyutaro had to give that to him. He would, at least, until Gyutaro ripped out his spinal cord. Then his entire nervous system will be ripped out of him and he will have neither the nerve nor the audacity, nor any life at all. The spotted demon smirked at the thought.
âGot quite the mouth on you, would be a shame if someone tore it off, eh?â he burst into laughter. And with that, he decided he was done letting that man have âstupid backtalkâ priveleges. He laughed with glee as he ripped off the manâs jaw. He laughed as he broke the manâs legs, the loud snapping making his mouth already water. And he cackled as he plunged his hands into the manâs brain, licking the pink matter that found its way on his hands, finally killing him.
You felt relieved when the annoying guy didnât follow you out of the club, and got into an Uber safely. Gyutaro made sure you didnât have to think anything of that man, ever again. Because no one can treat you the way he knew he could treat you. You may have forgotten about him. You may not even know his name. But he will watch over you to protect you and end the life of any male creature that tries to hurt you, or maybe worse, steal your heart.
Weeks passed by from this incident and you were doing midterms and it. Was. Stressful. To say the least. You were slapped with assignments here, essays there, and you just want it to be over!!! You werenât able to get covers for your weekend shifts, because silly you forgot to ask for that weekend off for midterms. Of fricken course. So now it's the night after the busy Friday, Saturday, and Sunday double shifts and you are simply exhausted. You tried doing some homework before and after each shift and during your lunch breaks but it still isnât enough. So you decided to get yourself a couple of energy drinks and stick through an all-nighter for Sunday night. Fun!
You stayed up super late powering through some midterms until your brain physically feels itself shutting down at 6am. At least you didnât have work until Tuesday afternoon. You decided on a nap until 10am and then kept powering through. Some projects took forever and were absolutely exhausting. You found that nobody else did work on the group project, and as usual, you were the one to do most of the work.
This slowed down the other projects you tried to finish this fine Monday (oh dang itâs Monday now). But you were determined. Just gotta get this done. You thought of nothing else. You didnât want to get up and cook or else your flow would be ruined so you were stuck eating some Ruffles and working on your laptop. You haven't done your skincare routine since over 24 hours ago at least and your hair was an absolute grease pit. You could just tell you have some new angry pimples. Why do they all have to be so angry?, you wondered to yourself. Youâre absently picking them like a demon absently gouging himself (sound familiar?). Posture is terrible. Hunched and crouched over your screen because youâre literally acting like the song Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. Your anxiety and adrenaline keep you going more than your tiredness from the entire week âsemesterâof no rest kicking in.
Blood dripped down his giant fangs and he used a long tongue to lick the rest of the deep red syrup from his lips. He sneered at the taste of alcohol in this kidâs blood. He was the most drunk and most violent at the party. That human will not be missed.
He could smell the stress clinging tothe libraries, but the relaxation of the students who could just pay their way towards a degree all throughout this week. The stark contrast of such extreme emotional scents made him sick, so sick he absolutely had to gouge that kidâs stupid smug eyes out.
This was midterm week, he found out. He decided to fly over this kidâs corpse and let Daki have it. âSeriously? Leftovers?â he knew sheâd say, to which heâd reply that there was a bit of alcohol and a lot of fear to marinate the flesh and blood, so the corpse would taste good. He left the tongue and the heart for her, so she should be grateful that at least she got the best parts, like always.
The next time you even look at a clock out of curiosity, you see:
9:30 PM.
Youâre half way through writing your final midterm. An essay. On how regular sleep is important. The absolute irony that youâre about to get a 100% on this paper, running on 0% sleep. You feel yourself playing a very dangerous game called close your eyes for 15 seconds, then open your eyes again. A wave of self awareness washes over your half asleep brain and you decide to take a three-hour nap, setting your alarm. Except: you typed in the time youâd wake up⊠on the calculator app.
âWell, well, well, whatâs this, eh?â Gyutaroâs shaky voice whispers over your sleeping form, an hour later. He fully enters your bedroom through the wall. Your laptop is on, hands over your head a couple inches away from where you dropped your phone, and notebooks are everywhere on your bed, laid out perfectly like a Renaissance painting. He reads whatâs on your laptop and chuckles, plugging it in for you, because he may be centuries old, but as a demon heâs learned to adapt to each passing age he lives through.
He turns to you and admires how disheveled and exhausted you look. A glowing, hard-working wreck. My wreck. Your natural scent is stronger because you didnât take one of those dumb showers, and he breathed so deeply so as to savor your deliciousness in the air. Your hair was due for a wash day two days ago but he loved how glossy the grease looked. He always thought he looked disgusting when he was an exhausted, messy human who was worn from providing for his sister, but seeing that same sense about you, on your beautifully irresistible self, he decided that tonight would be the night he takes you in your bed. He could try and rationalize all he could, but he was definitely thinking with his dick.
For a moment he wondered what it was like to sleep so peacefully. He didnât remember. Since his transformation into a demon with his sister, itâs always been go go go for him. He had a special power to enter peoplesâ dreams, see their dreams, and be the sleep paralysis demon that haunts spoiled kids until he decides to eat them. He was all about psychological torture for those he thought were worthy, and to disrupt those who never had to stress or worry, about anything, anything at all. Give them a culture shock, if you will. So they could at least live feeling that full range of human emotions including the dark ones of despair, terror, and paranoia. He was doing them a favor, really. Letting them be humans as they became his livestock and prey.
But youâŠhe almost wanted to let you sleep so peacefully, except he wanted to disturb your sleep a little. However it would be in a much different way than his usual night terror method, no. You looked, smelled, and tasted delicious to him in a way that eating your flesh and blood would never satisfy him. If anything, it would be the worst thing that would happen to him. And thatâs saying a lot, given how many attacks and fights and cruelty heâs experienced in his long, long life. He hungered and longed for your presence. He wanted you to be his for the rest of his life.
Youâre lying mostly on your back but your spine is all twisted so at the bottom it's like you're sleeping on your side. One leg is crossed over the other, making the smooth curve of your ass really pop out. He caresses your skin gently, moving a large hand under your shorts to cup your ass.
You sense his presence again in your sleep, but instead of feeling paralyzed with fear like all the other humans seemed to do, your instinct was, once again, to stay relaxed under his touch, a small smile gracing your sweet face.
Your serenity, your cuteness, your little heartbeats that he could hear, the way your chest rose and fell, cast a spell on him that shifted his blood faster than any blood demon art couldâŠdownstairs, that is. He took in a shaky breath.
âS-so pretty, resting like you need, but I need you even more,â he crooned at you, hand wandering under your underwear, tracing the outline of your beautiful pussy. He could just feel how pretty it was, and his middle and index fingers circled around your hole. He groaned.
âItâs almost as if you knew I was coming, so wet already, just as wet as the other night, fuck,â he rasped, while you squirmed a bit under his touch. He rubbed soft little circles on your clit with his now soaked fingers, making you whine in your sleep, making such pretty little noises that he wanted you to make while looking him in the eyes. His other hand held your ass down as he put in a finger, and your eyes opened lazily at his huge finger entering your soft walls. Looks like his wish may come true after all.
This time he didnât use his sleep haze powers on you to keep sleeping, and you were still a bit sleepy from what was going on. Your head slowly turned as you whined and squeezed around him as he added a second finger.
âI-is this a dream?â your lovely little voice made his dick twitch. You blinked a little, recognizing the big sexy demon of your dreams. Maybe you were lucid dreaming?
He towered over your bed, his muscular yet emaciated and bony form making the most beautiful of shapes. Gorgeous greyish skin was mottled with black irregular spots like birthmarks. His neck-length curly hair was black at the roots, and a lovely green at the tips. His hip bones jutted out. You could imagine them smacking your ass if you did doggy.
He grinned, baring some sharp vicious teeth that made you even wetter as his fingers pumped into you. âSo you think Iâm dreamy, sweet Y/n? How cute,â he joked, certain in his mind that he was anything but. In your eyes, though, he was literally a dream come true.
âWait, so you are real!! A-are you a demon?â you were waking up, and your voice was husky with lust and excitement because his fingers felt so good, what a nice surprise to wake up to after a study sesh. You were wanting answers though.
âYes, pretty girl, Iâve been watching over you as you sleep. I donât want to eat you like other people, though.â You looked into his yellow eyes. They shone like gold, and you could see how he could appear menacing to some with his unconventional and very demonic appearance, but you absolutely adored how he looked.
âAw, how sweet,â you chuckled at this man-eating demon basically calling you âspecialâ, and he let you turn over so your hips were facing him more. âY-youâre making me feel so, so good, w-what can I call you, cute demon?â He swore his breath caught in his throat when you called him cute.
He took out his fingers and pressed them to your mouth, and you sucked his fingers with the same passion youâd suck his dripping cock that should be exposed to you by now. He forced his eyes to not roll back. âG-Gyutaro,â he whimpered at your warm, wet mouth, and then took his fingers out to finger you again.
âAh! MmmâGyutaro! Iâm so glad youâre here,â you moaned as his thick, abnormally long digits reached in places you could never reach on your own. His eyes admired how your back arched off the bed.
âAre you really?â his cock was painfully hard, but he desperately wanted to keep talking with you, just hearing that you wanted him made him so unspeakably horny. Words of affirmation made such good foreplay for someone so praise-starved.
âFuck yes,â your hips moved and tried to grind on his hand. It was so easy to talk to him, âY-youâre just so hot and when I dreamt about you I wished you were real!â
His grin reappeared, flashing those sharp teeth with a hint of sadness that wouldâve been missed if you weren't as enchanted with him as he was with you. His voice was breathy and shaky, âSuch a cute little liar, Iâm a hideous demon who paralyzes the people I eat. How do I not scare you?â
Your pussy was producing so much milky wetness around his fingers, and he inserted a third, stretching you out more than you've been stretched in such a long time.
âA-Ah, Gyutaro, you just donât get it, yâmake me feel safe, and so horny, fuck, please get on the bed,â he took out his fingers which made you whine from the sudden emptiness and sucked off your juices. Wow, you tasted so good. He moved your stuff off the bed gently, not pushing it all off like you would have expected.
It was almost as if he was a polite person staying over, except super tall with glowing eyes and demonic abilities.
âAnd lose the pants,â you added cheekily when he gently put your laptop down on the ground, making his eyes fill with even more lust. He did what he was told, and an absolute monster cock sprung free. You watched, almost drooling at the sight, and your pussy dripped. Everything you could dream of and more. You had no idea how such a thick girth would be able to fit, as well as that insane length. All you knew was, youâd find a way to manage. He got on the bed on top of you, and you motioned for him to come down.
Then your hands caressed both sides of his jaw and you brought his mouth down to yours.
The kiss was hungry, and he didnât hold back on showing you how much he wanted you. He knew he made out with you when you were dreaming, but now he felt his heart pound for some reason. You guided him and he did so well to mirror you, your lips moving as your tongue entered his mouth. He was whining at how good all of this felt, and you moaned right with him in desperation. Your tongue danced with his, and he gasped a little when your tongue traced his razor-sharp teeth. His hips were accidentally bucking into you and you felt his long, thick, hard cock smearing sweet, warm precum on your stomach, his heavy balls dragging over your throbbing clit.
Your hands wandered to his hair, stroking his cute curls, then down the back of his thick neck, making him whine loudly in your mouth and roll his hips harder. He was never touched like this, and to say he was shy and touch-starved was a vast understatement. And you could tell. His reactions told you everything. If he stayed with you, you could make him feel good, guaranteed.
You felt his thick, muscular traps and the surface veins on his shredded shoulders, hands wandering down his prominent spinal cord. His hands also couldnât get enough of you and were grabbing at you, trailing down. A finger picking up your wet juices and rubbing at your clit.
âF-fuck, youâre so wet, Y/n,â he saw you were already oozing onto the bed and he licked his own fingers, sighing at your taste.
His heavy cock felt like it was achingly hard, and you were amazed that such a pretty demon who looked sexier than death and the grim reaper himself was this desperate for you. You barely even noticed that you never told him your name yet he somehow knew it. You just felt the throbbing of his cock on you and you needed him to be inside you so you could help to ease his tension. His jawline, his big neck, his shoulders, every part of him, were so pretty and begging to be marked up, and the look in his eyes told you he felt the same about claiming you as his and his only.
âYes, âm wet for you and only you,â you ground up into him, making him whine, and he took the hint to line up with your entrance.
You didnât want to tell him how youâve gotten no dick in so long and havenât even used a dildo on yourself. You wanted it to hurt. And hurt it did. He began to push his big head in and your hands went up to grip on his wrists that were by your head for support. You both gasped as he sank in slowly. He was desperately trying not to cum from the first few seconds of your silky, wet walls clenching around him.
It was absolutely delicious to him how wet you were, gripping at him like a vice. He pulled out slightly then thrust back in a little to hopefully cover more ground, and he kept doing that while your hand reached down to rub your clit so he could have an easier time stretching your pussy out like no one ever has before. His tongue clicked at you, telling you âoh no you donât.â A huge hand wrapped around your wrist and pinned it above your head, as his own digits circled your little pearl at the perfect pace.
Your hips bucked into him and he slowly kept thrusting in to mold you to his inhuman size. Your fluids mixed together, both of your whines melded together, and finally, finally, he sank to the hilt. He savored how your walls fluttered around him as he kept rubbing your clit, and you never felt so full in your life. It was suffocating⊠suffocating how close he was to you, how much he filled you up, how he took your breath away as he kissed you, long tongue going down your throat, swallowing your cries; how he pinned you down with his great weight; and how intoxicatingly gorgeous his eyes looked, hooded with lust and the primal, demonic need to fill you up.
The dragging of his cockhead along your sensitive walls made you whimper and beg. This egged him on to go deeper, deeper, until he reached a place that made you see stars and knocked the wind out of you. He sensed the moment you clenched and experimentally began to hit that spot over and over, making for the same effect as you let out choked sobs and his balls slapped your ass.
âFeels so good, fuck, come inside me please,â you brought your legs up so he could go impossibly deeper inside you, and his hands held the back of your thighs down so you were in a mating press. Lust and desire overtook his initial shyness as he realized he was the only one who could have you now. And oh, you could tell when that last bit snapped.
âIf thatâs what you want so bad, Iâll fuckinâ give it to ya,â he snarled and began to ram into you, your chorus of âplease, pleasepleaseâ ringing in his ears possessing him to roughen every thrust.
You dug your hands into his hair and he growled, placing love bites all over your neck with his sharp teeth, lapping at the little droplets of blood as his hips snapped into you and you tried to widen your legs even more in this mating press to ensure he claimed every square inch of your walls as his. He brought down a hand again to make circles on your clit, and that made you tighten and cream all over his cock, making a mess between you both.
âSo. Fucking. Hot,â he shakily murmured, continuing his brutal pace and making you see planets along with the stars now, and speak in tongues even this hellish entity couldnât understand.
âGonna paint your insides so nice and pretty,â his words fell on ears that could barely process them, you were fucked so dumb at this point. Your nails scraped his back as he kept pounding away into you. It felt good, too good, too much. He fucked you as your brain began to buzz, and your toes curled in the wake of yet another orgasm.
âYâwant me to cum inside, yeah? Answer me or Iâll pull out right now,â his cock slowed in hitting your cervix as he forced you to answer.
âYes, yes, oh god yes!!!â you keened, eyes rolling back.
âNo god can help you now,â he rumbled, and your eyes snapped to look at his glowing yellow ones as the demon fucked you into a second blissful state, a second circle of hell of unmatched lust, and he joined you there, adding his own wetness to yours.
He rutted deeply into you as his white hot seed seemed to burn spots no man has ever touched inside you. And you were happy about it. If anyone were to fill your womb with spawn, it would be this monstrous demon on top of you.
His cock and its essence were the best reward you could possibly get for your hard work, and as he nuzzled your neck, still inside you, you held him close so your chests met. He wasnât expecting the next words, but your wish was his command.
âStay with me, Gyutaro.â
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Yoooo
So I know I haven't been writing here for a while now. To explain, it is that I've been writing a demon slayer fanfiction over on wattpad. It's a Muzan Kibutsuji x reader and if you wanna read it, here I'll link it:
#muzan x you#demon slayer#muzan kibutsuji#muzan kibutsuji smut#kny muzan#muzan headcanons#demon slayer x reader
33 notes
·
View notes
Note
it would probably be a good idea to add warnings, just in case! also could u please write something fluffy w leorio?
Dooooooooonnnnneeeeee just now. I'm sorry I didn't post the Leorio fluff till now. I was too busy to write about this beautiful man
0 notes
Text
Cookies and Books | Leorio x reader
Request: Could u please write something fluffy w leorio?
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: HunterxHunter
Word count: 830
Iâm back from the death after having suffered two years of the most difficult courses Iâve taken in my life. Graduated bitch :)
âOreo!â
The black-haired man sighed as he heard you call him the nickname for the tenth time today. He adjusted his glasses and tried to peek through the gap that separated the closet doors as he hid from you. Leorio had lost his glasses to you a long time ago when all this happened.
The two of you had gotten back from the local library (him being completely absorbed by medicine books), and you spent most of your time staring at his cute-thinking face. Once you two made it home he boosted for the best place to conceal himself from your neutral and bored face. Hiding in the closet allowed him to realize his guilt. Back at the library he was too invested in his studies that he neglected you, and now he felt bad for it.
And now here he was, hiding away from the sound of your whining of the name âOreo.â And then boom! The door opened and a devilish smile adorned your face. In an instant, Leorio jumped at you grabbing you by the waist as you messed up his jelled black hair.
âIâm sorry I didnât pay attention to you a while ago. Ever since I got my hunter license Iâve been so focused on studying to be with you,â you took off his glasses and put them on yourself. Leorio carried you to the couch in the living room and set you down on it while he went to the kitchen.
You saw him come back with a book and a few cookies to share. He sat on the couch with you and pulled you down to have your back against his chest. He opened the small plastic packet and offered you one of the treats while grabbing one himself.
âThank you,â you said. His response was a squeeze of his hands on your stomach as he held you. Leorio flipped open the book onto a random page and you couldnât help but smile as you saw the picture of both of you together at the library a few months ago.
âI thought Iâd compensate you for ignoring you so I took something and printed it for you. From the back pocket of his pants, he grabbed a folded piece of paper and held it out for you. With delicate fingers, you opened it to see a picture of your sleeping face resting against the table of the library. Noting the clothes you were wearing, the photo had been taken today.
Leorio then flipped onto a blank page and set the picture down then closed the book.
âIâll find some glue to paste it down later, right now I just want to be here with you,â He took off his glasses from your face and set them down next to the now-empty package of cookies. A yawn left your mouth and you fumbled closer to the man behind you as he tightened his arms around you. He gave you a lingering kiss on the forehead and you dozed off.
******
Your peaceful and dreamless sleep was interrupted by the sounds of loud giggles and chuckles. You realized that you werenât in the same position you feel asleep in and also noticed Leorio was no longer holding you. Instead he was swaying his arms wildly trying to shush his friends in an attempt to not wake you up.
You yawned, âgreat, she woke up.â
The giggles intensified as Leorio sighed and turned back around to look at you. He gave you a soft smile and you noticed two faces poking from behind him. Blue and brown eyes met your (e/c) ones while Kurapika simply took a few steps forward to greet you with a wave of his hand. Then Gon pushed past the other three people and crouched in front of you on the couch, his arms holding onto your neck and shoulders for a hug.
âLook (y/n)! We took some pictures!â He held out a cellphone and showed you a photo of you on top of Leorio who held your waist and back with one arm while his other lay dangling from the side of the couch, a little bit of drool coting his bottom lip. You held in a snort when you heard your boyfriend collapse on the ground with a groan coming from his mouth. You motioned for Killua to come give you a hug which he took slow steps to reach you and let you grab his arms toward you. He grunted in unison with Leorio and simply patted your head. After he let go you looked for Leorio and stood up to hug him and rest your head on his chest, mumbing âyou look cute in the picture,â he chuckled and softly pinched your waist. You looked up at him and he gave you a peck on the lips. You separated quickly after you heard the sound of plastic wrapping and the crunching of cookies against two boys teeth.
#leorio x reader#leorio#leorio imagine#leori oneshot#Hunter X Hunter#hunter x hunter x reader#hunter x hunter imagine#hxh#hxh leorio#hunterxhunter
73 notes
·
View notes
Text
I canât be the only one that gets turned off and uninterested when they see bad grammar...
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
I just started to get back on that BNHA binge and had the beautiful idea of writing some imagines for my quirky people (pun intended)... :)
0 notes
Text
Unexpected Emotions | Hisoka x reader
Request:Â Can I request Hisoka x Female reader? Hisoka realizing he 'cares' for her but cannot express it the right away, he always ends up in a rough sex with her? :D
Genre: Fluff, smut
Fandom: HunterxHunter
Word count:Â 2913
Warnings: Unprotected sex (use protection my dudes), fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving)
Iâm so sorry this one took me so long to do. Hisoka is my fave and I wanted to do his character good ;) I also had a lot of university work since itâs all online right now. So pardon me for not posting it sooner...
You walked along with your group of friends, well more like you and Kurapika walking at a peaceful pace while Gon and Killua trotted ahead of you, with Leorio behind all of you, stating that he would âprotect our backs from any dangers,â. The three of you were enjoying a tranquil silence until the sound of heels meeting the concrete below you alerted you, and immediately killed that moment of peace. Then a chuckle came out of the figureâs mouth, and just a second later, Leorio was in front of the two of you, running towards Gon and Killua.Â
The blonde-haired boy and you turned around at the sight of Hisoka, wearing his usual eccentric outfitâwhich wasnât surprisingâwhat did baffle you was the deadly look he sent Kurapikaâs way, and so the boy took that as his cue to leave, you moved your mouth to say something at him before he abandoned you with the magician, but he had already run far enough for him to even hear you. So you turned around with a sigh, looking at the smirking man.
âItâs a pleasure to meet with you again (y/n)~â he said, and his smile widened even more. Then he pulled you by the wrist, and a card was suddenly below your chin, the sharp tip of it stinging the skin. He started giggling. What was so funny? You wondered. The man always stares at you from a distance, and to have him say âpleasure to meet with you againâ baffled you, filling your head with a tiny bit of confusion, yet a blush formed on your cheeks at the thought of him just as much as looking at you.Â
âNice to see you again, Hisoka,â you uttered the words with such happiness that it made his golden eyes widen a tiny bit. Even with the card just slightly piercing your skin, your behavior spared nothing but warm feelings for someone you had just met, regardless of the many times you looked at each other from afar. Blood started coming out of the growing wound on your face, wincing, you made a move to pull away. However, the magician kept staring at you, not once moving the card away.Â
Instead, he placed a kiss on your forehead, humming against your skin. At the same time, you felt his nails opening up your right palm, dropping a paper against it, then closing your hand till you both heard the slight crunch of the paper. Then he finally drew the card away from your face. His knees went a bit down to try and make the height difference a lesser problem when looking eye to eye.Â
âYouâll look delightful any way, so I donât think I should give you any advice on what to wear for this nightâs dinner between you and I~â he turned around and began to walk off, head slightly turned to look back while waving his pale hand at you.
                           *******
Wearing a (f/c) dress that reached just above your knees, covered in tiny sparkles, only noticeable by the light flaming at you, you walked up to him. From his point of view, Hisokaâs golden eyes could view all of those little specks adorning the cloth hugging your body. A desire he didnât know existed, overwhelmed his mind and body. This wasnât a craving for killing, he would be aware of that and act on it if it was. However, that wasnât the case with you. At first, he became attracted to your use of nen during the hunter exam and immediately felt the need to kill you during battle.
He felt frustrated with himself, now that he had irrationally asked to court you in the form of a dinner, and for what? It caused an itch at the back of his head, and so he ran his nails over that spot being covered by his hair, which had been let down for this important occasion.Â
âHisoka Morrow with his hair down? Never thought Iâd see that,â you said when you had finally made it up to him at the entrance of the restaurant. âIâm glad about it though,â you added. The red-head took another glance at you and put his hand on your back, pushing the tiniest bit to get you to move.Â
A butler took both of you to a table at the far back, purposefully chosen by your date. In his mind, the privacy of the spot would allow him to be intimate with his desire for affection. One that, he wasnât at all experienced with. So if he humiliated himself, at least it would be in private.Â
As soon as you were sat at the table, Hisokaâs menacing smirk emerged. Both of you got some red wine, complimenting the bloodlust seeping through the air. Your date couldnât stop looking at you, it caused you to blush. And then, you were brought back to reality by the man himself.
âI canât wait to fight you one day (y/n). This night is just an appetizer. I want to get to know my future opponent and their likings~â this was probably as far as he could go for at least these few minutes. Hisoka had yet to confess his actual intentions towards pursuing you.Â
You quickly grew upset, the energy you spent looking forward to this âdateâ was nothing but a waste now. He just wanted to fight you, of course.
The night went surprisingly well; the two of you eating fine meats and desserts, having casual conversation, sometimes drifting towards both of your nen abilities. However, Hisoka got the courage he felt uncomfortable not having and decided to hold your hand while you waited for the butler to bring back the check. His sharp nails massaged your skin, touching your knuckles and squeezing from time to time. This was his biggest advance so far, and you seemed to like it from what he could tell.Â
He imagined that if just that simple touch delighted you, how would you feel if he showed affection towards you in a much more different way. Still, he would want to hold your hand as he was doing now.Â
Walking out of the restaurant and into the night, fingers intertwined and taking quiet steps down the street, Hisoka could feel your satisfaction. Yet, he wasnât entirely pleased with what would become the end of this nightâs affair.
In a bold but loving move, you were grabbed by the waist and made to look up at the red and purple-haired man. Golden eyes stared at you as he said âmay I kiss you?~â he giggled, and you mumbled a quiet âyesâ to him.Â
A pale hand made its way to your cheek, the other folding around your torso and taking place at your back. The owner of those hands pulling you closer, humming as he did so. When you finally felt the contact of his pink lips, you immediately kissed back, astounded by the softness of the action. Your arms went around his neck when he deepened the kiss, the hand he laid on your cheek joining his other on your waist.Â
When you pulled away, your head went straight for the crook of his neck, hugging him and nestling your nose between his collarbone and neck. He giggled at your actions and felt content when he realized you were flustered by him. I can only imagine how she will feel once I make my attractions known to her~ he thought.Â
                          ********
Hisoka and you had been going out for a while now, even your friends knew but rather decided not to fret much about it. You remembered Killua saying that if you did end up fighting Hisoka, he himself would prepare your funeral only to say âI told you soâ during the ceremony.Â
You had gotten comfortable with the idea that at first, he seemed only interested in quenching his bloodlust towards you, but as of recently, and ever since your first date, he had become affectionate.
Thatâs what brought you to today, hanging out at Hisokaâs room in HeavenÂŽs Arena. A large glass pane allowed you to contemplate the view of the many buildings from the top, on the 200th floors. You were sat on the white couch, waiting for your lover to accompany you after he had gone to the bathroom.Â
You no longer heard the clicking of his heels against the floor, he came in barefoot and sat with you on the sofa, placing an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him, until you laid your head between his shoulder and chest.Â
âIâm guessing youâre enjoying the view a lot,â he said while looking down at you. âI can tell you that it would look much better from the bed~â a blush rose to your cheeks when he said that, pretty much insinuating what he wanted from you.Â
Suddenly, he grabbed ahold of your hips, pulling you on top of him. You gasped at his actions, and at that moment he took the chance to kiss you roughly. With newfound confidence, you started rolling your hips so that your abdomen and his would touch, teasing both of you. He let out a low moan and draped his hands below your thighs, pulling you up and taking your bodies to the bed.Â
Resting on white satin sheets, you moaned when he pressed a hand on the part of your body you had been teasing him with.Â
âIs it here you want me to touch you?~â he said, a smirk laying on his face. You shook your head and wrapped your hands around his white and pink shirt, helping him pull it off. Then came off both your shirt and bra.
âWhat does this mean Hisoka?â you asked, suddenly nervous and wondering if this was what he really wanted. A few months ago he had made it clear his intentions were for his pleasure and his only, a fight between you both.Â
Harsh kisses were left on your neck, lips traveling all the way up to your ear, a lick of his tongue and then he said what you had always wanted to hear; âIâm showing my love for you, of course.â
You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips and hands traveling downwards, caressing your skin till lips licked around your right nipple, a hand going to praise your other breast, while another went further down to slip between your sweatpants. You gasped and heard his voice hushing you and rubbing your cheek with his nose.Â
âLet me take these off for you,â he said, and with a motion of his hand, bungee gum wrapped around the bottom of your pants, pulling them off of you. A giggle escaped from your mouth and with a simple movement, helped him remove his shirt.
âNow weâre a little bit more even,â you said, a moan escaping you later when a long finger slipped through your panties and ran along your core, Hisoka hummed at the feeling of wetness coating his finger. He quickly removed his own light grey sweatpants as well as your underwear. You furrowed your eyebrows wondering why he hadnât taken his underwear off as well.
âI want to save the surprise for a few more minutes~â he looked at you while responding to your unspoken question. You didnât hear him speak after that because his tongue began to touch at your clit, lapping at it and then flattening. Soft moans left your lips when he later added two fingers to the mix, those helping to stimulate your tight walls, his lips sucking on your entrance.Â
âAh, Hisoka⊠thereâ you moaned when his fingers started thrusting and curling upwards to find the spot where he knew would cause a delightful reaction from you. When he did find it, fingernails caressed the wetness inside of you, and your moans intensified in volume.
âI see, thatâs where you like it, very good knowledge for when I take you,â his words sent a shiver down your spine, back arching off the soft bedsheets.Â
âPlease! Iâm going to cum soon!â you yelped the words in between moans, his fingers and tongue fastening their movements until you finally let yourself release on his mouth and skilled fingers.Â
Heavy breaths escaped your mouth, and even so when he grabbed under your arms to pull you up from your resting position. Kneeling on the bed, feet resting on top of the pillows and eyes set on your lover. Hisoka finally removed his underwear, cock large, and blessed with thickness was standing up straight almost hitting his abdomen.Â
You stared at his erection with fascination and knew exactly what he wanted from you at that moment he let it spring free from its confinements. Setting yourself down until your face met his dick, a soft hand rested upon his girth and started to move up and down, the other made its way close to his tip, helping on guiding it close to your mouth.Â
âYouâre doing amazing, keep going baby, I like that!â Hisoka moaned and grabbed your (h/c) hair, soft strands wrapping around his long fingers. By this point, you had managed to put half of his cock down your throat, trying to not gag by holding the rest of it in your hands, one of them going to cup his balls.Â
âJust a little bit more my love~â he said, grunts still leaving his mouth and being the praise you needed to move your head up and down on his member. When a loud moan left his lips, hands gripping your hair pulled you off of him, leaving you clueless as for his reasons to stop.Â
âI believe weâre both ready for the main attraction, arenât we?â he asked, taking a soft look at your face. No sign of a smirk on his face, a gentle smile resting on his lips. You felt the appreciation and care he was having for you, this infatuation being covered before by his lust for blood. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, helping him lower your body down onto the mattress again.Â
His hands took a hold of your hips, face looking down as he aligned his cock with your entrance. Once you felt the pressure of something foreign entering you, the head of his dick, a hiss left your mouth, the grip you had on his neck and shoulders tightening a bit. He let out a low moan and praised you: âfeel that entering you love, my cock feels so warm inside of you, mhm~delicious.â
With a steady pace, he started thrusting when his member had gone deep in you. Moans adorned the once silent room. The feeling of his dick hitting just the perfect spot caused tiny shouts to slip out of you, the wetness on your clit pleasuring both of you as he went in and out with the movement of his hips.Â
Hisoka thought back on his fingers hitting your g-spot and so with his member, he made a harsh motion to do the same thing.
âAh⊠oh!â you screamed once you felt the continuous hard thrusts Hisoka was peppering you with. You yelled his name, his face coming to hide at your neck, leaving marks on your collarbone that would definitely show up even in the dark of night.Â
âScream it again for me, will you~â he murmured in your ear as his moans got louder, blessing you with this everlasting memory of his voice showcasing such pleasure.Â
âHisoka! Donât stop, please⊠ah! Go faster!â your wishes were the only thing he wanted to accomplish, as well as finding his own release. With the strength he was saving for this moment, his hips pounded, coming in contact with your skin, cock slamming and hitting all the places inside you that had never been touched in such ways before.Â
An overwhelming feeling started to develop on your abdomen, arching your back when you felt liquid pouring out of you, a loud moan encapsulating you cumming. Hisoka was more than happy at seeing your clit dripping with white cum. He was more than satisfied.
Soon came his turn to spill his seed, cock trapping itself near your cervix, cum dripping and filling you whole. His pleasure being transfixed through the loud moan of your name: â(y/n)... ah!â
He stayed still for a few minutes, letting you catch your breath before pulling out. A small wince left your mouth once you felt his dick leaving your hole. His body went beside you, pulling you to the same position you were on in the couch, your head laying on his chest, looking out at the city.Â
Sleep was more than just an option for you right now, more like a craving, with eyes already closed, you felt his chin rest on the top of your head, hair serving as a pillow for his head. In a soft voice coming out as a whisper, you uttered the words you would have never guessed could come out of your mouth, directed at Hisoka.
âI love youâŠâ and so you were out like a light. With a blank face, Hisoka kept looking out at the buildings that would never come as close to being the height of Heavenâs Arena. Then he looked down at you, eyes softening and a small smile adorning his lips.
âI love you as well my fruit.â
#hisoka x reader#hisoka#Hunter X Hunter#hunter x hunter imagine#hisoka morow#hisoka smut#hisoka fluff#hisoka imagine#hisoka oneshot#hunter x hunter x reader
209 notes
·
View notes
Text
Quick question here for those who read my imagines, should I add warnings to them??
1 note
·
View note
Text
Okay, but... Obi Wan Kenobi is like so handsome but he shows it in a calm, subtle way, if you know what I mean.
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
Five minutes turned into more| Kurapika x reader
Genre: Super fluffy itâs incredible
Fandom: HunterxHunter
Words: 813
Request: Hii!!! Idk if youâre taking requests, but if you are could I request a kurapika x reader?? Something fluffy maybe like a date or cuddles on a lazy morning?? This boy just deserves some loving I want to give it to himđ„ș
Warnings: Nothing really, just your daily dose of fluff
The sun surrounded the room, curtains being opened by the wind, allowing light to cover the faces of two bodies snuggled together on a bed. Adjacent to them, was a pale wall, a clock attached to it, ticking by till the minute they woke up. At first, the bodies were like statues as they slept, one could barely see the motion of their bodies as they breathed in their slumber. The blonde male moved his arm so his hand could rub at the skin of his loverâs stomach, with his thumb corrading little circles along the spot near her belly button. Over your shoulder, Kurapika looked at your face as you slept, with your h/c covering part of the pillow that your face didnât.
The blonde took this opportunity to cover your neck with kisses, tongue slightly touching over your collarbone. While his lips were painting marks on your s/c skin, the hand that wasnât holding onto your stomach, went and ran its fingers through the soft strands of your hair, being a silent lullaby for your mind, yet a beautiful one for your body.Â
âWake up love,â he whispered in your ear, some of your hair touching his nose when you had moved a bit. You groaned as his strong arms shook your body, making you dizzy.
âFive more minutes,â you mumbled. Kurapika moved over from behind you, planting an arm on each side of your head to look down at you without crushing your body. A e/c eye opened to look up at the man above you, he had taken his contacts off, greeting you in the morning with the beautiful eyes of the Kurta.Â
He leaned down to place a kiss on your right cheek, the sound of his lips colliding against your skin being music to your ears.
âWe both know in five minutes youâre going to be asleep again,â you giggled at his statement, letting out a yawn. You made a move and propped yourself up on your elbows, now being face to face with your lover. With a tiny lift of your head, you met lips with Kurapika in a soft peck. His lips were on yours as they had stopped moving along with yours. Both pairs of eyes were closed, and then you kissed him softly, causing a sile to surface on his lips which felt especially smooth, even though he had been awake for at least half an hour now.Â
âNow lay down and give me those five minutes you promised me,â he groaned as the words slipped past your lips, still somehow smashed against his. With a roll of his eyes, he let his arms fall down to grab ahold of your waist once again.
You giggled and started running your hands through his soft golden locks, his head now resting on your chest between your breasts, which he thought made the perfect pillow. Your boyfriendâs chest went up and slowly went down again as he breathed in your scent, which he had grown to love. Then you heard him mumble something, the words being muffled by your body, that vibrated along with the sounds coming out of his mouth.Â
âWhat did you say?â you smiled down at him and he lifted his head, chin resting where his entire head had laid.Â
âI said, that I love you,â his eyes looked so innocent with the light of the sun hitting his profile. Your cheeks turned a barely visible pink as you tried to conceal your embarrassment at his sudden comment. His eyebrows rose just like the silence did. Â
âI still havenât gotten my five minutes soâŠâ you grabbed your pillow and placed it on top of your face, protecting you from Kurapikaâs gaze. He laughed, the feeling of his head returning to lay on top of you being the only movement, besides his arms softening around your waist as he breathed in your sweet scent.Â
âI love you too,â you said after a while. His head didnât rise up again to smile at you, but his grip once again had tightened. A hand then lifted up your shirt a bit, and you removed the pillow from your face to look at what he was doing, and then your heart melted even more.Â
There, in the middle of your stomach, lay your boyfriendâs lips, softly skimming across your skin, tracing his finger over your belly button, and then grabbing at your hips to get you to lay still.
âWhat are you doing?â you said in between giggles. Kurapika looked up at you just as he was about to place a kiss near your ribs, confusion framing his features.
âWell Iâm showing you my love, of course,â he said it with such a serious tone, that you couldnât help but laugh after his pampering had finished.Â
âNow you can have your five minutes,â
#kurapika fluff#kurapika#kurapika x reader#kurapika imagine#Hunter X Hunter#kurapika x you#kurapika oneshot#hunter x hunter#hunter x hunter imagine
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
Can I request Hisoka x Female reader? Hisoka realizing he 'cares' for her but cannot express it the right away, he always ends up in a rough sex with her? :D
Heck yeah!! Gonna start doing it now, I just have to get other requests finished :)
1 note
·
View note
Note
Hii!!! Idk if youâre taking requests, but if you are could I request a kurapika x reader?? Something fluffy maybe like a date or cuddles on a lazy morning?? This boy just deserves some loving I want to give it to himđ„ș
Hellooo!! Just started writing it. Honestly Kurapika deserves the world and I'm all for iiiitt
0 notes
Text
Smol Masterlist (for now)
HunterxHunter
Kurapika
... and care, (Smut, fluff)
Five minutes turned into more (Fluff)
Hisoka
Unexpected Emotions (Smut, fluff)
Marvel
Star Wars
Attack on Titan
EXTRAS (Iâm not writing for these anymore)******
BTS
Taehyung
A Simple Walk (Fluff)
Joker (2019)
Arthur Fleck
Quite lovely, ainât it? (Angst, fluff)
Greta Van Fleet
Josh Kiszka
Strumming my vocals (Fluff)
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
...and care, | Kurapika x reader
Genre: Fluff and smut
Fandom: HunterxHunter
Request:Â can i request some kurapika/fem reader fluff & cuddling (can be nsfw if u want!!)
Words:Â 1,322
Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex
____________________________________
It was the night before the auction at York New City and while everyone was nervous in their rooms, you wanted nothing more than to find Kurapika. He seemed to be the only one who even if he felt nervous, was immensely talented at hiding it. Something he wasnât good at hiding though, was his rage, and so with nothing but care and love in your intentions, you walked to his room.Â
The knock of your hand against the hardwood of the door struck the blonde by surprise, as he was tensely sitting on his bed, staring at nothing but the birch floor. Yet, he felt he shouldnât keep you waiting, your aura was visible to him, that much he was aware of, and thankful too. So he stood up and went to open the door, your (e/c) eyes being the first thing to come into his view. Immediately, did he feel all his tense muscles become soft. You held your hand out towards him so he could pull you in and close the door behind you.
Kurapika walked back to his bed and sat down, you had said nothing to each other in a few hours, and all you wanted right now was to comfort him since you knew of his vendetta for the troupe. So you sat down next to him and laid your head on his shoulder, that part of him tensing up a little before he sighed and let himself enervate in the feel of your cheek against a part of him. His eyes were still staring at the same spot he had been gawking at for hours, but you nor he needed to know that the floor held no importance to him. So he then put his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer, something you hadnât expected at all, always used to his cold demeanor around everyone.Â
âYou shouldnât hold yourself captive,â you glanced up at him as you spoke, startled to find he wasnât wearing his contacts, the brown in his eyes making a blush creep up on your cheeks. âSome of us get curious about you⊠and care, about you too,â you talked a bit hesitant, not wanting to see the red of anger in his eyes although it mesmerized you. Then he rested his head on top of yours, his other hand, the one without his chains came landing on top of yours, interlocking your fingers together.Â
âI want to keep myself focused,â he said, still without looking at you, his face stoic of any emotion. You felt as if something had scraped a line to your heart, which could only be felt drumming against you rapidly, your emotions of hurt, as if you didnât matter to him, being interpreted through the sounds of your heart. How dare he, hold you close to him, even tightening his hold, just to tell you that you werenât even for just a second, to his mindsâ interest.Â
You scurried out of his hold and sat far away from his spot in the center of the bed. Instantly did he sit up and move towards you, a different look in his face, this time reflecting some other emotion, but you didnât know that. With furrowed brows did you react to what was clearly a pair of lips landing at your neck, lightly sucking at the spot between your collarbone and neck met.Â
âKurapika, what are you doing?â you asked just as he grabbed a hold of you and placed you on the center of the bed, your head is enveloped by the pillows as he left your neck once he was satisfied. When your eyes met, you saw they were itâs beautiful, majestic red, all holding what you could sense to be as lust. Was it lust for your body? For your blood to be spread around the fluffy white pillows?Â
âI care too, and I want to show you I do,â and so his hands started wandering around you, going all the way down to grasp your (f/c) shirt, pulling it up and away from both of you. Just as you pulled your head away from the material, his lips descended not on your neck, but on your lips, some of his hairs coming down to rest against your eyebrows. You giggled between kisses, as you finally felt his emotions coming through, trust being put on you by him.Â
While you were in bliss, he had pulled off your bra and pants, only escaping your lips to rest his blonde head against your stomach as he somehow managed to pull off his own attire away from his body.Â
âMay I?â he asked, and you nodded your head, not once taking your eyes away from his face as it took off your panties with delicate movements, moving them softly out of your legs reach. Instantly did his concupiscent demeanor take over, landing his tongue upon your clit and swiping at the wetness enveloping it. Shyness crept against you as you let only soft moans come out of you, even when he grabbed a hold of your thighs to grip your squirming legs, where your groans of pleasure kept delicate.Â
âNo, I want you to show your care too. So moan it,â he raised his head for only a second to show you those bright crystally rosy eyes, blooming with lust and desire for you. That was when you let go, and screamed out his name when you felt two fingers probe at a spot inside of you, hitting it repeatedly until they made you cum, he made you cum.Â
âKurapika,â you sighed a much-needed breath. He came back up to look at you, lips covered with your juices, then he looked down again, and so did you. Finding your voice, you squeaked as you saw he had taken his underwear off, the head of his cock just barely touching your entrance. You took a long breath at the sight of it and just the thought of what was to come made you take a hold of his neck and bringing his lips back on top of yours.Â
Then while he kissed you, his member entered your body to be enveloped by your care as he was providing you with the same feeling, and many more. Kurapika started thrusting with slow movements, your moans, and his groans gradually increasing in volume as he hit just the right spot. You felt the metal of his chains on his hand as he grabbed a hold of your right leg, pulling it up to wrap around his waist, his movements increasing in speed.Â
As your screams of pleasure became constant, he realized you were about to cum again, just to know of the many emotions and noises he was eliciting out of you made him want to grant you his cum and the pleasure of release.Â
âKurapika! Please, Iâm gonnaâŠâ you moaned and let your head hang low as you came, Kurapika only slowing down his movements once he made sure he had let his lusts out and into you. His forehead came to rest on your shoulder as he pulled out of you, fingers running through his now sweaty hair as you both recovered your breath.Â
Then he came to rest on your side once he had cleaned you both up, the blanket covering your naked bodies as your head was now resting on his chest. You traced patterns on his skin as he sighed, chin resting on top of yours. You felt some of your hairs being pulled at by his fingers, chills running down your spine when he planted a kiss on top of your (h/c) locks.Â
Nothing more was spoken as the two of you fell asleep, waiting for the day and night of tomorrow. At least now you knew, that not only was the Phantom Troupe his focus, but so were you.Â
#hunter x hunter#kurapika#kurapika x reader#kurapika imagine#kurapika smut#kurapika fluff#kurapika oneshot#x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
can i request some kurapika/fem reader fluff & cuddling (can be nsfw if u want!!)
Of course!! I hope to have it out tonight.
0 notes
Conversation
Me: *trying to sing K-pop lyrics*
The demon I just summoned: The fuck this bitch think she's saying?
5 notes
·
View notes