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moonstar300-blog · 7 months

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INCHES IN BETWEEN US — BUDDHA X FEM!READER

ART CREDIT!

— CW : size kink, buddha is THE master of teasing, sweets are involved in this one (keep reading ehe), sacrilegious stuff, lots of foreplay, pet names (petal), praise kink, fingering and oral (f receiving), prone bone position

— WORD COUNT : 2.1k┊AO3 LINK

NOTE : who would've thought buddha would break me out of my writer's block *heavy sigh* you better watch out in the future for other unholy thoughts of mine about him and other ror's charas 🤭

P.S : sweeteries of the sort are NOT safe to use on intimate parts! I just added it here for funsies but you all stay safe out there please <3

It’s too much, the dash of distance between you and him. Too close, yet so far from one another.

Nevertheless, his warmth overwrites yours like the other times as the man inches closer to your parted lips, a bright smile bordering his own while a strong hand covers your breast altogether. You close your eyes, whiny whimpers clogging your throat.

The differences between you and your partner are too many to count, starting from status and height. To feel him hover over your smaller frame is enough to make you spiral.

But not as much as when he starts to tease you about it.

A gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, then his mouth is a breath away from yours. His earrings jingle as he straddles you, lips curled in a sly smirk.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Too big of a boy for ya, uhm? You want just the tip, petal?”

A shaky sob rips through your chest at the question, eyes flying to stare into the holy ones transfixed on your body. But Buddha is far from being divine, purposely avoiding the mere enlightenment of the mind whenever he’s with you.

Why indulge himself in that when he can experience such pleasurable things such as your lips coated in sugar?

He takes off his glasses with his free hand while kneading the tender flesh of your tits caged in his other one. He leaves them on one of the many pillows scattered across the room, similar to the ones you are laying on (not a big fan of beds, the both of you).

Buddha grazes your nipples with his palm, hard, and your reaction makes him smirk.

So needy for me.

“Want me to keep doing it? Ah-ah”, he tuts when you shake your head, out of breath. “Let me hear that cute voice of yours.”

“N-no, I need you here.” you point at your crotch with your eyes, embarrassment laced with desire boiling in your veins. Buddha can feel how wet you are through the fabric of his robes, too, but he won’t let you off the hook so easily.

“Where, exactly?” he whispers, a hint of amusement tainting his voice as his fingers circle your breast and then down to graze the navel. His touch lingers on it for a second then he looks up at you, waiting.

If you stop talking, he won’t move.

He’s going to be the death of you.

“Keep going, please.” it’s a feeble, pathetic plea the one that reaches him, but he obliges all the same. On his own terms, of course.

The noise of something being unwrapped should startle you, but you are used to it. However, you can’t help but roll your eyes at the sound, especially because you know what it means.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Me? Never.” you stare at Buddha through lidded eyes. Somehow you still have some brattiness left in you, and you use it to your advantage when you raise a hand to his crotch, palming him through the robes. Oh.

You’re not the only one riled up.

His hiss proves you right, and so does the white stick poking out of his mouth: he really popped a lollipop in his mouth. A strawberry flavoured one, to be exact.

Everytime he eats one of them, it means you are going to be bedridden for a while.

Black orbs pierce your soul as he chuckles, “Ah, petal. You are going to be so much fun for centuries to come. My pretty, sweet petal.”

The tinge of possessiveness in those last words leaves you breathless, but you shoot him a beaming smile he copies right away. He will not get bored of you anytime soon, and you’re far too gone for him to back down now.

The softness of the moment turns into lust as Buddha tilts his head to the side, you gawking at him as he rolls the pink globe of sugar on his lips from one side to another.

His tongue swirls around it a few times and while he does so, he strips himself of his clothes. — what’s left of them, because the tank top had been ripped to shreds by you an hour ago.

That stark body of his, every inch of it sculptured and forged by millenia of godly training, is always a sight to see.

You feel your mouth water and almost choke on it at the sensation of his erection pushing against your thigh. He’s so pleased with your reaction — your body chanting in ecstasy for him is always music to his ears. Buddha rewards you by bending down, lollipop pushed aside in his mouth to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

A sudden attack at your resolve to stay focused, not to give in so quickly to him, but it doesn’t work.

In the haze of the moment you suck on his canines and he moans, gaze roaming your face as he breaks the kiss and sighs out,

“Seems you can’t wait any longer, am I right?”

“I’m not the only one.” you shoot back and Buddha chuckles. Touché.

The arousal between your thighs pools more and more with every clever stroke he resumes to give to the lollipop. You try to rub them together and give yourself some sort of relief, but he's having none of that.

The deity stares you down, one eyebrow raised.

For a moment, you catch the glimpse of lilies swallowing his pupils, then they vanish.

You are unaware of his next move, but he’s not.

“Budd-” before you can finish, he presses the candy on your lower lip, prying your mouth open until the lollipop falls on your tongue. The taste of him on your taste buds makes you dizzy.

“Talk to me.”

His lips ghost over your body as he descends, his hands already on your thighs stretching them open. You do so without breaking eye contact, and when the space between your legs is enough for his frame to fill, his hair tickles your skin. Buddha leaves a sticky trail of kisses everywhere he can reach, breathing on them when you suddenly yelp.

He notices it and stares up at you just as you do the same, sprawled atop the pile of fluffy pillows and veils of the bedroom.

Magnificent, Buddha sighs in his mind and a grin is all he gives away when another warm, clear wave of arousal leaks through your pussy.

“Do you need me here?” his tongue on your thigh.

“Or here?”

When he moves again, you almost flee your skin.

“My God yes, right there.” out of reflex, you bury your fingers in his hair as he wraps his tongue around your clit, sucking on it while you yank at the locks, whining. Buddha knows better than wearing it up around you for you adore to see his long, soft strands glide over your body like silken streams of water.

To your displeasure he stops his ministrations to spare you a puzzled look, as if he heard you say the lewdest of lies. And to him, it is.

“Not God.

Me.”

And without missing a beat, Buddha dips his head down to take half of your soppy cunt in his mouth, easing two fingers in you at the same time.

You arch your back in shock, biting on the lollipop for dear life while the deity between your legs runs his tongue up your folds, humming to himself how sweeter you are than any other candy he ever ate as he fingers your insides, clenching and squeezing him until he scissors them apart. You are not going to take him fully if not fully prepped.

But it’s not enough.

“Buddha,” you keen, despair oozing from your voice as he simply coates his lips in your juices, doing nothing more. “I want more.”

He’s quick to respond without looking at you: “You should let go of any carnal desire you have, petal, if you want to achieve enlightenment.”

He did not just say that when he’s knuckles-deep inside you.

You yank at his roots, merciless, and the action has Buddha groan. The grunt goes straight to your pussy but don’t let it distract you from pushing the man’s head backward. When your eyes clash, you whisper through gritted teeth, “Don’t you dare lecture me about carnality when your cock is hard like a rock against my thigh.

How about you fuck me to Nirvana, instead?

Now that definitely stirs him up, and your words sets him ablaze.

Buddha leaves the comfort of your velvety walls and pussy with a sigh, but the emptiness is soon replaced by his hands behind your knees; he hooks your thighs on his broad shoulders, kissing them as you raise on your elbows to better stare at him.

“Mind if I borrow the lollipop?”

You give it to him, confused, until you watch as he takes it and realise what he wants to do. Your eyes go huge in alarm but Buddha carries on amidst your complaints.

“No-”

“Oh, shut up. We both know you’re not so against it when I do this.”

He kisses your knee to make sure you don’t take his words the wrong way and you immediately relax. Above everything, Buddha is a deity and as such, he acts on whims. And amongst his peers, he’s the most unpredictable one.

When he’s sure you’re not tense anymore, his hand still holding the candy lowers on your pussy and you hold your breath. But you almost faint on the spot when Buddha coats the lollipop in your juices, stroking it along your lower lips to capture every droplet.

That knocks the air out of you for good, and you’re close to hyperventilation when the candy disappears in Buddha’s mouth.

He’s sucking on it slowly, as if your release is a flavour he can’t stop to have in his mouth. Well, you’re not far from the truth.

“What a good girl”, he coos as he helps you get down on the pillows again, cupping your face the moment he comes up to peck at your lips in adoration. “Lemme taste you a bit more. Come on, don’t be shy.”

You smile, dragging him in another kiss he eagerly accepts.

But then, the world spins and you with it.

When you come to be, you notice you’re laying flat on your stomach, face buried in the pillows. What just happened?

You rise to your elbows once more and look from above your shoulder to see Buddha on his feet, legs slightly open as you watch him pump himself a few times, his own need for you so strong that the tip of his cock is already covered in precum. His gaze, transfixed at the sight of your glistening pussy, darkens the moment he feels your eyes on him.

He’s so aroused he can barely think straight.

“Why are you so far away from me?” you ask with a pout and Buddha sucks in a breath. Veins popping out on his neck, he waits for you to smile at him and when you do, another sigh claws its way out of him.

Not only you motion for Buddha to come back, but to lure him faster you spread your legs as much as you can, giving the man a full view of your cunt clamp, spasm around nothing.

“Fuck.”

“See? I need you inside me,” you’re eyeing him shamelessly and he doesn’t mind it at all. “Don’t make me wait. Please.”

So the moment he falls to his knees you smile, and he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he pushes a hand on your waist and his cock finally, finally dives into you. He moves slowly to let you adjust to his girth, and you cry in relief with each little thrust.

Every inch of his brush your sweet spots without even trying and you breathe in loudly when he bottoms out. He fills you to the brim just by staying still and Buddha is doing his best to stop himself from rutting into you. He can’t let his cock think for him, too.

But just feeling you clench around him and moan with every love bite he leaves on your neck as you take him and see goosebumps run all over your skin because of it — he’s going mad.

Your pupils are blown with lust when he tilts your head towards him, and he wastes no time in spitting the stick of the lollipop on the floor to grab you by the chin and stare at you dead in the eye. “Tell me when to move, petal.”

Spidery fingers wrap around his hand — yours. A sultry laugh escapes you yet he drinks it in when you kiss him, in line with the alluring way your hips keep bucking into his for friction.

Light green hair washes over you as Buddha complies, and when you moan on his lips as he starts to thrust into you he understands one, simple truth.

You really are the sweetest lover who ever graced Heaven and Earth, and he’s so lucky to have you all for himself.

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moonstar300-blog · 8 months

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Masterlist *(Completed)*

Prologue.

Chapter 1: Anticipation and the reality of it.

Chapter 2: Nightmares and the havoc caused by them.

Chapter 3: Anger and the reason behind it.

Chapter 4: Sadness, its consequences, and the road to recovery.

Chapter 5: Trust that everything will be alright.

Chapter 6: A Joyful moment waited by everyone.

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moonstar300-blog · 8 months

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Summary: Kagome agrees to be a stand-in for her best friend’s blind date. She expects to have a nice meal, exchange polite conversation, and call it a night. Then her boss walks in.

A SessKag fic inspired by ‘A Business Proposal’

~*~MASTER POST~*~

Chapter 1: The Blind Date

Chapter 2: Just Say No!

Chapter 3: Femme Fatale

Chapter 4: Who the Heck Are You?

Chapter 5: A Word of Advice

Chapter 6: Let the Games Begin

Chapter 7: Wanna Make a Bet?

Chapter 8: Something Right

Chapter 9: A Knack for Defying Convention

Chapter 10: Wait, Is This a Date?

Chapter 11: The Man Behind the Mask

Chapter 12: No Takebacks

Chapter 13: Coming Soon!

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moonstar300-blog · 9 months

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Hello People of Tumblr,

I am in need of you assistance (again 😭😅🤧).

So this time it's two stories.

FIRST: OK so basically you are Gojo's ex wife but he does not treat you like your his ex wife. You 2 have a kid together (if I remember correctly it's a daughter but I'm not like 100% sure) and like you guys still sleep together even though you're divorced and he doesn't want to be divorced anymore.

SECOND: OK so basically this is you and Neteyam. You guys fall in love (but like you're human) and by the grace of Eywa you two slept together and end up pregnant somehow.

Thank you and good luck 👍

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moonstar300-blog · 10 months

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫! 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

★ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲! Ubuyashiki sends you and Tomioka on an important mission. However, you both need to get... creative... to fulfill your task and make it back in one piece.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! female bodied reader, smut, intoxication (sex dust), fingering, pet name use (baby), rough + raw sex, creampie.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.3k words...

𝐚/𝐧: i had the bright idea of Tomioka turning into lowk a soft dom with the help of an aphrodisiac ;^). enjoy! (divider: @cafekitsune)

"Be well my children, please return to us safely," Master Ubuyashiki replied, dismissing the two Pillars in front of him to begin their journey down to the Garment District.

"Yes master, of course," You answered, both you and Tomioka rising from your deep bows.

Currently, at the Ubuyashiki estate, you, [L/n] [F/n], and Tomioka Giyuu, were summoned by Master Ubuyashiki due to a troubling alert from a village near the Demon Slayer headquarters. The threat entailed a demon who wiped out several smaller villages nearby, each in the span of a night, simply with the ability to reduce multitudes of people into a trance-like state. This time, it found its way to a larger village crucial to the garment supply for the Demon Slayer headquarters, already devastating a handful of other closely connected communities.

Many slayers were dispatched in earlier stages of the threat, but none have returned from their missions. The common result was dismembered slayers deep within the forest, or locals dropping dead to the ground from sheer exhaustion first, before being eaten unconsciously. Villages would report signs of a sweet-smelling scent and barely translucent fog emanating from deep in the forest, with even slight ingestion of it causing overwhelming heat and physical excitement. It was a tricky task, not only wiping out a notorious demon but fighting an invisible foe, its blood demon art.

It was decided that two Pillars, close in rank would go investigate the issue and dispose of the threat immediately before the demon made its appearance by nightfall. Knowing you were already acquainted with your fellow Pillar, Ubuyashiki decided Tomioka's calm and calculated attitude complimented your quick initiative and undying drive. Over the past few months, you had begun to bring him out of his isolated shell. By befriending him, it led him to open up more, having a noticeable effect on the other Pillars as well. Leave it to Light Pillar [F/n]'s radiating beauty, and soft, bubbly demeanor to finally melt his cold exterior.

This was not the first mission the two of you have gone on, however. A similar, and even longer tactical mission preceded this one, so naturally, you held no qualms about working with Tomioka once more. He was super thoughtful and charming, albeit a bit quiet, but never gave you any glaring issues to worry about. Despite you both bumping heads from time to time due to your more extroverted personality, Tomioka came to appreciate the friendly dynamic you shared.

Exiting the premises, your eyes pointed to the sky, watching both of your crows circle around each other before calling out to you, directing your path. At your side, Giyuu set a brisk pace while you matched him, turning back to wave a cheery "Goodbye!" to a few of the other Pillars gathered at the gate to send you off.

You were prepared to complete your duty as a Pillar, ending the incessant destruction of the Smoke demon that hid in the forest.

• • •

It was 30 minutes before midnight, the exact time when the first waves of translucent fog would start to seep into the village. After reserving temporary lodging, you and Tomioka had gone into the forest, listening for the hissing whispers that would urge locals and Slayers alike deeper into the looming trees and dense foliage. The demon would coax its victims into the darkness, promising their sweetest desires whilst intoxicating them with smoke. By the time they would reach the owner of the voice, it would be too late. The once straight path would become eternally long, with no discernible way out. One would have already lost control of their limbs and basic motor functions, unable to fight back, or even tear their eyes away from the horrifying sight of a ravenous demon.

The plan was to entrap the smoke demon during its preparations to disperse the poison. The safety of the villagers came first, so eliminating the demon's ability to use its blood art was key. After locating it, you were to disable and behead the demon without casualties and make it out of the supposed never-ending forest. You and Tomioka concealed your breathing techniques in order to mask your presence, diving straight into combat from the shadows. You watched as the figure of a woman morphed into a creature built from the forest terrain. It was a disfigured humanoid shape, with vines slithering up her body, full of flowers you assumed held the contents of that sweet-smelling fog. By catching it off guard, you were able to render quick slices with your blade along her limbs, severing not only the flowers but whatever body part was unlucky enough to be underneath.

Your attack proved to be effective, but not without consequences. Instead of regenerating a new limb, the gaping hole swole up with a giant flower, shooting its mist directly into your face, and throwing you several meters back. Breathing it in so densely almost paralyzed your lungs from shock. You coughed and sputtered, as you hit the ground. Driving your sword into the dirt, you steadied yourself to rise to your feet, keeping a faint eye out for any further strikes, but watched as Tomioka swooped in to sever the newly formed appendage. It caught on, sending a few puffs of smoke his way as he effortlessly weaved between them, closing the distance. Finally finding an opening, Tomioka drove his nichirin sword into the shoulder of the demon, using his water-breathing form to slice across, effectively taking its head off its shoulders. However, hoping to make a grand exit, the demon's fallen limbs burst into smoke, shrouding the area with airborne poison before vaporizing. Tomioka had already taken a heavy couple of breaths before slamming his haori to his nose, trying to prevent further smoke inhalation.

"Curse you Slayers... I would have torn apart your headquarters by now... if it weren't for your meddling swordsmen," The demon spat, choking bitterly from being beheaded.

Her body began to burn and vaporize underneath the bright moonlight, the poisonous secretions from her skin dispersing into the air. There was soon nothing left of her, not even the long, extravagant, robes she adorned herself with.

Tomioka's chest heaved from fatigue, drops of sweat running down his temple. He watched sternly as all traces of the demon disappeared, before releasing a long exhale. It was now eerily quiet, the long assault finally over. You both had succeeded, protecting a village from total annihilation once more.

Before getting a chance to celebrate, he felt a certain light-headedness seize him, forcing him to take a step back to regain his balance. The mist that was now vanishing had managed to up the temperature of the surrounding area by a few degrees. It was a little unnerving, but he realized you both would have to endure whatever effects may result from ingesting various amounts of the demon's blood art. It was non-lethal, with the worst side effect reported to be dropping unconscious. He would stay in close proximity to you for the rest of the night, deciding it was better to monitor your reaction since you took most of the damage.

Pulling himself together, he turned his attention to you in the distance.

You stood several feet away, hunched over, unable to move as the stiffening heat encased every fiber of your being.

Your knees buckled underneath you as you felt your body's heat intensify. There was a sinister warmth pooling between your legs and shooting up your spine. You knew it was too late to hope to reverse the demon's blood art, so you doubled down, deciding to bear it. You tried your best to steady your breath as you sank to the ground, your heartbeat hammering in your ribcage while the effects of the fog settled into your body.

"[F/N]!" Giyuu's strained voice called out to you, regardless if you could hear him or not. He had missed most of the demon's final smoke attack, but started to feel his chest tighten at the sight of you on your knees, breathing heavily. He was nearly exhausted making his way over to you, but after seeing you ingest so much smoke, there was nothing more important in this moment than making sure you were okay. He would get you out of here safely if it was the last thing he did. Protecting you was the final part of his mission.

It was then as if the temperature of the area skyrocketed. As Tomioka approached you, the air grew thick, and time slowed down as everything grew hazy around him. He could only really hear how hard he was breathing, and his focus was lasered in on your figure, wanting to make it to you as quickly as possible. As his footsteps grew closer, you hurriedly outstretched your arm towards him, aiming to halt his advances.

"No! Don't come any closer!" You cried out, panicking because you knew what was happening to you. This poison... resembled the effects of an aphrodisiac, however, almost hundreds of times more potent than a natural one. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your fellow Pillar, the state you were in could put you both in a very compromising position. Regardless, Tomioka ignored your warning and pushed on, soon dropping to his knees with a 'thud' at your lefthand side.

"Are you alright?!" His sturdy hands came up to grip your shoulders, a worried expression all over his face. "Do you feel anything?" He questioned you.

Your body felt hot all over, and his touches were scalding, you needed him away from you before it was too late. You tried to turn away from him, avoiding his eyes, but his grip was unwavering, holding you in place.

"Get away from me. ...Please Giyuu," you quietly begged him, unable to explain what was making you so flustered. You brought a hand to his chest, slightly pushing him away to maintain your distance. A shade of pink dusted your cheeks as you felt his eyes scan your body, examining you so closely.

"Not until you tell me what's happening," he insisted, suddenly fixated on the way your chest heaved as you took in deep breaths.

"It's just, really, really hot," you half-lied. A light layer of sheen was starting to gather on your forehead, and you reached up to unbutton the first few buttons of your collar.

"Here, take this off," He insisted, quickly reaching over to slide off your haori, and placing your sword with it on the ground next to you. His haori joined yours as he too, tried to escape the heat creeping up his legs, spine, and into his face and chest.

You fanned yourself to no avail, closing your eyes to ignore the growing pulsating feeling of your nether regions. Taking off your haori proved to be useless, as you expected. You would do almost anything to relieve this maddening sensation all over your body and just prayed that Giyuu was in a better position than you right now. What good would it do if you were both like this? You couldn't help but let your mind wander, giving an inkling of attention to the idea of how you both could help each other out.

"I feel like... it's getting worse," Giyuu interrupted your thoughts, his breaths becoming more and more labored as seconds passed on. He scanned the area looking for any signs of life before it hit him that the never-ending forest path you two were stuck in must've been tied to the demon's blood art as well. Although the demon's life had been taken, and all effects should have ceased by now, it still persisted, locking the both of you in a trance-like state, still affecting your perception of your surroundings. Until it wore off, there was no escape for either of you.

His eyes darted back to you, still full of concern. If he was unable to get you both out of here, he could at least find some way to help you.

"[F/n]. You need to tell me what you're feeling, maybe there's a way to reverse this. But, I don't... I don't remember there being an antidote...," Giyuu was unable to piece any of his thoughts together. It was starting to become increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything at all. Anything other than how... how beautiful you looked right now. Your eyes were trained on the ground, but he still lingered on the way your lashes fluttered open and closed. And the way your pretty lips were agape, sucking in short breaths. Your quiet whimpers triggered something sleeping deep within him, with the sound of your voice making his dick twitch to life in his uniform.

'It can't be....,' a very suggestive thought flickered in Giyuu's mind as he started to vaguely grasp what he was feeling. If the effects of the poison turned out to be what he thought it was, it would be an embarrassingly long amount of hours before the two of you made it out of this forest.

"It's the blood demon art... it's supposed to make you...," You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence. You were starting to not trust your own voice. You didn't even know what to say. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him, 'by the way Tomioka, this might be sex dust. we're supposed to start fucking to get rid of it.' Poor dude probably thinks there's an antidote somewhere. Unbeknownst to you, it just clicked in his brain what he needed to do. And as the water Pillar, it was his duty to do what he must to protect others. Especially a friend like you, a beautiful swordswoman at his side.

"It's alright, we can figure this out. I just need you to trust me." He cut you off calmly, moving behind you and leaning against a tree a couple of inches away.

"Huh? What're you...," you started, squeaking as Giyuu pulled your back taught to his chest in a tight embrace, knees on either side, effectively trapping you. Reaching around to your front, he began indiscriminately popping open the rest of the buttons to your uniform jacket. You were only in your bindings underneath, which barely held up after the intense fight with the demon. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way he was glued to your backside. You knew the effects of the aphrodisiac had finally caught up to him, feeling him clench his teeth as his jaw was pressed to your temple. He slipped your jacket off, adding it to the pile of discarded clothes on the ground.

"Hold on!" You wailed, nervousness choking you up completely. What was he doing? There was no way the quiet, stone-cold Giyuu Tomioka would participate in such erotic acts, even if it meant failing to return from a mission. You honestly didn't even think he had it in him to be so boldly sexual. You underestimated the level of carnal lust he had been holding back, simply to not disturb the peace of your friendship.

"I know I can help you, [f/n]. Forgive me," He exhaled, propping a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up toward him. His eyes were a shade darker, but you could see the traces of concern and desperation etched into his features. He leaned forward to lock his lips with yours, snaking a hand behind your head to nestle in your hair. His lips were soft and warm as he kissed you. You hesitated but moved your lips in sync as his tongue licked your bottom lip. Your mouth parted almost immediately, allowing his tongue to enter, tangling with yours. His tongue pushed into your mouth, hotly sucking on yours as he lightly moaned into the kiss. Seconds later, he pulled away with a quiet exhale, drinking in the sight of you with your face flushed and lips now swollen and pink.

"These need to come off though," he sighed with disapproval, motioning towards your feet.

A hand slid down your leg, lifting it up to slip off your Geta sandal. Reaching over to your other leg, he popped off your remaining shoe.

"Are those...?" his breath was caught in his throat as he trailed his hands up your legs and lifted up your skirt, revealing the thigh-high socks you wore under your uniform.

You groaned as you felt Giyuu's palms slide over the tops of your thighs and slip underneath your uniform skirt, hands finding their way to the cotton material of your socks.

"And definitely these too..." He sighed by your ear, his voice so deep it almost held a growl.

Your breath hitched as you felt two thumbs hook under your socks, intent on pushing them down your legs. Even in your hazy, lust-drunken state, you realized your socks were still connected to your panties by thin garter clips. By pulling your socks down, he could end up pulling your already-soaked panties down with them. Your resolve was already crumbling in this compromising position, but the risk of being exposed would shatter it completely. You were fighting off this 'poison' the best you could, but Tomioka's heated breath right next to your ear and slowly hardening length against the curve of your ass wasn't making it any easier.

"G-Giyuu! Enough! 'Hng... you- you can't!" You panted frantically. Your hands wrapped around and strained against both of his wrists, heart thumping wildly as you watched him struggle to inch your socks down.

"Just... Just let me take these off. You're overheating," Giyuu breathed, lowering his chin into the crook of your right shoulder. "It'll make you feel better... I can make you feel better."

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Tomioka found himself somehow falling deeper and deeper into intoxication, the remnants of the perfumed poison wafting off of you in sickly sweet-smelling waves. He couldn't help but inhale your scent deeply, quickly becoming addicted to it. His eyes were low, clouded in a dark lust as he felt his self-control splintering the more you pressed up against him, trying to preserve your dignity and hide your embarrassment. His tongue snaked out from between his lips, dragging a small stripe from the crook of your neck to your ear. He felt you shudder harshly beneath him as he kitten-licked the shell of your ear.

"Please... you can't..," you whined, your pleas falling on deaf ears as the water Pillar had his way with you, already successfully dragging your socks down more than halfway. Your strength was no match for his, which had you biting your bottom lip frustratedly, feeling the effects of the poison diminish your motivation to resist. You watched as your garters moved down your legs from underneath your skirt, tightly fastened to your panties as they were pulled down with them.

"B-But my underwear-!" You helplessly stammered, as Giyuu lifted one of your legs after the other, slowly peeling the items of clothing off one by one. A patch of wetness could be seen dead in the center of your undergarment and caught his eye immediately as he watched it be pulled along. A trail of your slick coated your thighs, Giyuu's mouth watering at the sight.

"Oh. But you're already so wet down there... just let me help [f/n]... please," he softly groaned into your ear, his voice so desperate, full of need. You shivered as the air hit your barely covered cunt, and you snapped your knees together, trying to conceal yourself the best you could.

"Giyuu..." you started, feeling his large, rough hands slide back up underneath your skirt. Snaking his hand in between your thighs, he spread them open, allowing him more access. There was nothing to separate him from your bare pussy, and he let himself drag a hesitant finger up your quivering slit. A strangled moan escaped you as his fingers gathered your slick, and used it to rub smooth circles around your clit.

"Oh! Fuck...," you quietly cursed, feeling yourself jerk and twitch from sudden pleasure as Tomioka gave you attention exactly where you needed it the most. You couldn't hide how badly you needed him to touch you, knowing how embarrassingly quick it would be for you to come undone. You arched more into him, lolling your head to the side as his slow circles on your bud brought you deeper into madness. Against your wishes, your hips ground into his fingers and into his erection behind you, chasing your high.

"That's it [f/n], I got you," he purred, moving his other hand that he used to steady your hip to trace your slit once more. You felt a finger breach your entrance, and you grabbed his forearms to steady your jolting body.

"'Hng,... Ah!" you moaned loudly, gasping as he curled his finger inside your dripping heat, pushing it deeper until he found a spongy spot along your velvety walls. You almost leapt out of his arms, the way he prodded your g-spot so fiercely, your mind melting into a hazy goo, unable to think straight. You were practically immobilized with pleasure, letting out a whine when he added a second finger, and soon a third, stretching you out. His pace around your clit quickened, never faltering even with the added stimulation. Your pussy was drooling around his fingers, the squelching noises so vulgar to your ears. However, it was music to his.

Tomioka nipped and sucked at your exposed neck, shuddering as your sweet cries reached his ears. You were almost at your limit, he could feel you squeezing sporadically around him. It was almost devilish how much he enjoyed you falling apart in his hands. He just wanted to help you feel better, of course, so happy the way your swollen pussy clung to his fingers. With a few more rubs of your clit, you felt it. The pressure that was steadily building up in your abdomen was careening over the edge.

"W-Wait! Giyuu...! 'm cumming... gonna...!" You couldn't finish your sentence as the pressure exploded, sending you straight into the clouds. Your eyes rolled upwards, and your pussy spasmed and gushed around his fingers as you came hard. You shook in his arms, quietly cursing and moaning his name. Tomioka continued to finger-fuck you through your orgasm, relishing in the way you moaned his name as you came. He was rock hard, his cock straining painfully now against his uniform pants. He wanted nothing more than to feel himself inside you, hoping it could relieve the unbearable sexual frustration you were both suffering from.

As you panted, slowly coming down from your high, Giyuu slipped his hands away from your cunt to tear off his jacket, now allowing the both of you to be skin-to-skin. You still had your bindings halfway on, but you were soaking through your skirt, even creating a damp spot where the curve of your ass met his print. Giyuu had already slipped off his shoes, finding a place for his hands around your waist. You released a shaky breath as you felt his hands rub circles at your sides.

"Are...are you feeling better?" He asked lowly, peering over your shoulder at the bindings that were slowly unraveling around your tits. His hands mindlessly came up to grope them softly, palming them in slow circles.

"Y-Yes," you breathed, unable to wrap your head around how hard he just made you cum with his fingers. The heat momentarily dwindled, before returning with the stimulation at your chest. You had the shortest window of relief before being reminded that you needed more. It wasn't enough. You needed to help him too, the only way you knew how. His method was working after all.

"Giyuu... I think I need more," you mumbled, relaxing into his touches. His fingers came up to peel off your bindings, exposing your nipples to the air. He took each one in his index and thumb, lightly pulling and tweaking them. You jerked, shock and pleasure shooting through you.

He was at your earlobe licking, then sucking and kissing the soft skin down the side of your neck.

"I know baby, ...how much more? Tell me what you want," he sighed, drunken on how perfect and sexy you were like this. He almost wasn't sure how much of himself was being influenced by the aphrodisiac, you already drove him crazy internally. Eventually, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back anymore. The way you regarded him so sweetly always, he found himself drawn to you, appreciating your friendship. He could only yearn for you, wanting to take you every time your touches lingered on his arm, or sparred with him, or was in his presence. He wanted to show you just how much he wanted you.

"I want you... to fuck me," you moaned, ignoring how desperate your request may have came out. You just couldn't bear it any longer, you needed him to make you feel good. You needed him inside you until you couldn't think straight.

Giyuu wasted no time and brought his legs in, lifting you into his lap with a strong arm. He turned your head to collide mouths, hastily deepening the kiss. His tongue was back inside your mouth fiercely, mixing your saliva with his, and pulling back a bit to run it over your puffy lips. With an arm still supporting your back, he placed you onto his outstretched haori on the ground, him now on top of you. He broke the kiss, a thin string of spit connecting your lips before snapping. Giyuu slid his hands up the back of your thighs, placing both of your legs over his shoulders. Reaching down, he popped open the buttons of his trousers and hooked his thumb underneath, pulling them down with his undergarments and freeing his cock. You glanced into the space between your bodies, watching as his dick, long and heavy with considerable girth, twitched to life. It slightly curved, and his tip was angrily flushed, precum dribbling from his slit. Your mouth watered a little at the sight. You could feel how big it was from his print, but seeing his dick in all its naked glory was a different story. You were calculating if it would even fit, unaware that Tomioka watched your expression morph into one of dumbfoundedness. He lowered himself, placing an arm next to your head, to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, and one on your lips.

"You can take it... right?" He whispered into your ear and gave a tentative roll of his hips, sliding his tip over your slick folds. His cock dipped lightly into and out of your entrance and slipped right over your clit.

"Ah...! Yes-!" You gasped, feeling the head of his cock breach your entrance. He pushed a few inches into you, your pussy already squeezing him tightly. You felt him groan, drawling out your name in a soft whisper.

"So fucking... tight...," Tomioka shuddered, tensing up to keep him from creaming inside your needy cunt so quickly. "How could you keep this from me..?" He closed his eyes, enjoying every second his cock slowly pushed an inch inside of you.

"Ohh...! Keep going p-please!" You babbled, needing him to hurry and fill you up, even if the pressure opening up your little hole was overwhelming. The effects of the poison still craved more and more, having no regard for logic, just urging you to be pounded into.

"Gods...," he breathed, with quick two thrusts fully splitting you open and seating him deeper than you could have imagined inside you. He stilled for a moment, letting you feel every twitch, as you throbbed around him. You were situated in a mating press, thighs to your chest, as Tomioka angled his hips to kiss his tip at your cervix. Your head reeled from total satisfaction, despite the painful stretch, and your voice was caught in your throat as you felt him, finally, filling up your aching pussy. You almost couldn't get enough of his body being on yours, wrapping your arms around his neck and screwing your eyes shut. Slowly dragging his full length from out your pussy, you felt every vein on his cock as he moved, already whining and nipping at his neck to be stuffed again. He couldn't bare to turn to show you how wide his pupils were blown, beads of sweat forming at his temple as his last strings of self-restraint started to snap.

"I'm gonna start moving now," Giyuu murmured lowly, almost as a warning to brace yourself.

"H-Hurry, Ngh-!" you cried as he snapped his hips forward, plunging into your velvety heat once more. With a firm grip on your calf, he set a brutal pace, pounding into you with every sharp roll of his pelvis. Your pussy drooled and creamed around him as he rearranged your insides, echoing obscene skin-slapping sounds when his heavy balls met the curve of your ass.

"Fuck... you keep sucking me in like that...," he hissed, losing himself in your pretty cunt.

His cock head continually prodded your cervix, constantly rubbing along your g-spot, sending you barreling towards your second release. His head rose to watch your face, long wisps of jet-black hair running awry. He loved watching your tits bounce as he roughly fucked you, the sight fulfilling his most carnal desires. He watched as quiet praises fell from your lips, barely coherent with how cock-drunk you became, and your eyes fluttered open and closed, unable to hold eye contact, your nerves firing off on every end. His eyes flickered to where your two bodies met, eyeing the creamy ring your pussy pushed down the base of his member the deeper he thrust into you. He let out staggered grunts feeling himself approach his high quickly with the way your cunt swallowed his dick relentlessly. He wanted you to cum again, all over his dick this time, and felt the urge to breed his seed deep into you, only if you would let him. His hand abandoned the back of your knee to snake down your abdomen and find its way to your puffy clit. After rubbing several quick circles on your nub, he felt the siren's call of your approaching orgasm, your cunt starting to spasm around his length. You peered up at him through teary eyes, mouth falling open.

"I-I think I'm... 'm cumming... 'm cumming... fuckk, " you braced yourself as your vision exploded with stars, your mind-numbing climax tearing through you with a strangled cry. Your pussy squirted your release, dripping down your ass and wetting him from his balls to the tops of his thighs. You called out Tomioka's name with a sob as he fucked you steadily through your orgasm. His resolve finally cracked as he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Just like that baby... I'm almost... almost there," he stammered, clenching his teeth as he watched you come down exhaustedly, your doe eyes low and tired.

"Inside... n-need you to cum inside me...," you whispered up at him, using the last of your strength to urge him impossibly deeper. It was such a filthy request that he was more than happy to oblige, as his thrusts morphed into, deep, sultry rolls of his hips. He ground into your cunt a few more times before pushing inside you one last time, his tip spurting warm cum up against your cervix. His body shook, chest heaving hard as he breathed out a string of curses, drowning in the intensity of his climax. You both panted heavily for a moment, feeling the brain fog finally start to dissipate.

Sliding out of you with a quiet "damn," his eyes locked on your pussy as his own semen spilled from your hole, trailing down your sex. The two of you had just gone at it like rabbits, both sheepishly smiling as Tomioka lowered your aching legs. There were no words to describe how utterly satisfying it was to succumb to the urges of the aphrodisiac.

"I think," you said in between breaths, "We might have to just continue this later... indoors...," suddenly reminded of your place on the forest floor.

"Yeah, ... I agree."

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Princess’s Baby Fever

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader Smut

A/n: It’s spicy, lots of warnings for those sensitive types, don’t enter if you aren’t prepared for a Dom! Tamaki breeding you silly!

Your best friend had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl and after visiting her you were suddenly hit with a bad case of baby fever, you loved the idea of having a little baby with Tamaki’s cute ears running around the house but that would never happen. You had tried time and time again only to be heartbroken when you never came out positive on your tests. This morning you woke up with a terrible case of morning sickness and your cycle was almost a month and a half late so you were hopeful but once again your test was negative. You decided to go to the doctor’s to be checked properly but sure enough you weren’t pregnant.

“Seems you’ve just been stressed lately and it caused an imbalance in your hormones. For your stomach aches and pain it’s just a case of bad food. You’ll be fine nothing serious to worry about. Take this medicine and have a great day.”, your doctor smiled sending you off to enjoy your day.

You were so upset, suddenly everyone had infant babies and they looked so cute in their little onesies and strollers. Tamaki was prepared for it, he said it himself even going as far as to find you nursery catalogs for ideas for your future baby but you never seemed to get pregnant. You couldn’t help but cry when you got home, silently weeping to yourself and your hormonal rage for a baby of your own.

“A-Angel I’m home.”, a soft voice called from living room.

Even though you were upset you knew Tamaki would be worried if you didn’t respond, “Welcome home Tama.”, you sighed.

You heard his footsteps rushing to the kitchen and suddenly he appeared in the doorway gasping upon seeing your tears. He rushed to your side wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs asking why you were so upset. You explained your doctor’s visit and your feelings about the situation, you were unaware of the spark that ignited in Tamaki’s eyes to your request of having a baby. He kissed your sweet lips softly a deep red blush painting over his face from ear to ear, “So you want a baby? A little Suneater running around for you to dote on while I’m at work?”

“Y-yes but I don’t have one yet, and you’re almost never home for us to actually try and-“

“I’m home now. If my Princess wants a baby then I’ll give my Princess what she wants.”, Tamaki growled seductively against your ear picking you up by the backs of your thighs until you were clinging to him. He carried you all the way to your shared bedroom, whispering his lewd thoughts into your ears that he’d hope to accomplish by tonight in order to knocked up. You were both suddenly frantic, desperately ripping off each other’s clothes until you were both completely naked, the passion in your eyes were driving Tamaki crazy and pushing him to give you what you wanted. He kissed your plump lips, taking your tongue into his mouth and gently sucking on it before allowing his tongue to dance with yours. His rough hands danced over your skin rubbing softly at your hips as you opened up your legs for him to slot himself between them. “So you want to be a mommy? A cute swollen little mommy, god I’d been waiting to breed you for years and now that I can I absolutely won’t stop until your nice and full with my cum. You won’t make me stop even if your overstimmed right?”, Tamaki asked kissing your face softly before making his way to your neck to mark you as his.

You hugged him tightly whining into his ear, “N-No I won’t stop you. I want it, I want you, I want to give you a baby.”

He chuckled kissing down to your breasts to suck on them, they were always his favorite. Your sweet soft breasts that he could never get enough of, his imagination was running wild imagining them all swollen and full with milk. You would be so cute when you’re round, his tongue flicked over your pebbled nipples occasionally biting and tugging softly at them to make you whine. Tamaki was always hungry for you during sex, he’d eat you one way or the other and it always meant a marked up chest or weak legs from being eaten out for so long but today he had a mission. Once he was done making your chest all sensitive and red he kissed his way down to your sweet little cunt, licking his lips to the sight of your sweet nectar coating your lower lips and inner thighs.

“In a good mood today aren’t we Angel? So wet and sticky for daddy.”, he hummed to himself watching you take one of his fingers without any hesitation, “Oh fuck so eager, so hungry. J-just need a small taste and then I’ll cream and fill you like cute little cream puff. Is that okay (y/n), can I have a taste of your cute princess pussy?”

You were going to shoot this man if he didn’t make you cum, you didn’t care how he filled you you just needed him. You begged him to hurry and he fell to his knees like a sinner in church and swiped his tongue at your cute little folds. Your taste left his tastebuds cheering for more, he’d clean you up just to make you dirty again. You squealed in joy feeling his tongue suddenly push into your cunt, he buried it as far as it would go letting it dance inside of you until your thighs warmed his ears. He chuckled against your core making you hum in pleasure, “Guud pwincess.”, he growled bobbing his head to let his tongue fuck you. Your toes curled in pleasure to the muscle stretching you but suddenly you felt it go deeper, you stared down at Tamaki to see his elongated tongue that was now decorated with two rows of suction cups. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes when the tip of his tongue reached your cervix gently pushing past it and filling your womb. While you were moaning to the new sensation Tamaki was building his strategy to impregnate you with the help of his quirk. Your womb was about seven maybe eight inches deep inside of you, perfect for him to fit snugly inside of your cute cunt but he needed to be just a bit bigger in order to fill you up. Tamaki’s brain storming was suddenly interrupted when your squeal blessed his ears he drew back his tongue, thumb now rubbing your sweet clit as he drank up your first orgasm with the loudest slurps and sucks of his life.

“Good pussy, good Angel, so perfect for me.”, he hummed kissing your clit, he stood back up to his feet slapping the head of his weeping cock against your folds.

Your soft legs now rested over both his shoulder, he couldn’t help but lean forward keeping you in a mating press to keep you still. He kissed your lips again unable to stop himself from enjoying to soft feeling of them, “Are you ready (Y/n)? I’ll stop now if you aren’t ready.”

You shook your head, you wanted this, you were ready for him, “Please breed me Tamaki I’m ready. I want your babies, I want to give them to you.”, you smiled feeling his cock twitch against your folds. He nodded leading your hand down to his cock so you could both push it inside, he was slow at first waiting until you had taken him whole before actually meeting your eyes. You were in tears, not because you were sad, but from the pleasure of being his. He kissed your tears away pressing his forehead to yours to look you in the eyes as he fucked you full. His hips began to move burying his cock as deep as it could go, the lewd noise of your wet colliding sexes filling the room. “That’s a good girl. A perfect mommy, taking her daddy so well.”

You smiled through your moans arching your back in pleasure with each thrust, you were nice and tight around his cock milking him for everything he was worth. Tamaki’s thrusts were passionate and rough, he had a goal in mind and he wouldn’t disappoint you. You took him perfectly, your creamy little cunt welcoming him with each thrust his thick long shaft made into you. His cock would drag out against your walls only to be sucked back in before he could completely pull out. He chuckled bottoming out in you just once and rolling his hips to stir you up from the inside, your fingers dragging through his indigo locks softly while you pulled him down for a wet kiss. He drank up your moans as he suddenly grew inside of you pushing past the walls of your cervix and fucking your needy womb with his cock. Your toes curled by his ears, he tried to distract you from the pain by playing with your clit. You were so full you could practically see your stomach bulging with each of his thrusts.

“Hush (Y/n), I know it’s a little uncomfortable. You’re not used to me being this big inside of you but just focus on this spot.”, Tamaki hummed softly petting the bulge in your stomach where his cock was fucking you, “This is the spot that I’ll fill up with our babies.”

Your eyes suddenly became glued to your stomach as Tamaki pounded away into you cunt, you were so wet and tight for him it almost felt unreal. You wanted him, you never wanted him to stop. His fingers bruised your hips with his intense hold on them but it was just to keep you stable, his cock disappearing inside of you was just to good, “I love you.”, you moaned catching Tamaki off guard for just a second until he replied with the same phrase. He smiled wrapping his fingers in yours as he pressed your body completely flat against the bed. You were folded over yourself, perfect for him to fill you up with his seed. You continued to moan that phrase for him until you felt his cock twitch inside of you, Tamaki suddenly let out an animalistic growl making your shudder against his body. You noticed his wolf like fangs and pupils and realized what he had done, the base of his cock suddenly began to inflate popping in and out of your cunt until his seed was ready to fill you.

“Tamaki!”, you cried feeling your orgasm near.

His clawed hands let go of your hands once again returning to your hips, “Hold your legs up slut.”, he growled in a dark tone. You did as told holding your legs wide open for him fuck you silly. He pounded you on his cock as his hips buried his knot into you, he was close you could feel it. Your back arched off the bed as a high squeal escaped your throat, even as you squirted against his stomach Tamaki didn’t stop until he was deep inside of you. He pushed past your cervix, the tip of his cock pressing to the top of your womb as his knot locked him in place. He came, he came hard and deep. You could feel his warm seed filling you up and not a drop could come out. You cried from the intense heat while your rutting lover growled above you. His hips still moving and pushing his swollen knot deep inside you, you whimpered his name reaching up for him for a comforting hug. Tamaki was to good to you, he actually bred you just to give you his babies. “So good Tama.”

“Heh, yeah it was perfect but I’m not done yet.”, his lewd gruff tone made your clench around his cock. His eyes were dark and passionate, his smirk lewd, and his glowing sweat covered body radiating nothing but an intense need to breed. You promised you wouldn’t stop him and now you had to deal with the beast you helped unlock. As soon as his knot had deflated he was back to fucking silly only stopping when you were filled to the brim with his seed, completely fucked out of your mind with the impending arrival of your sweet baby.

“Anything for my Princess~”

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➡ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐂𝐡.6]

more drama? yes, babes. A lot more. And don't worry we all know he is a good person, but he can be a little cruel sometimes... also, say hello to my oc's zanpakuto! I feature her in this chapter, if you are interested I can write a little about her too :3

tw: no nsfw this time. a little flashback to the past. drama, a lot. Byakuya being an asshole too. but he still cares about her. beware of the last part, I don't want to spoil anyone cause it could be a lot of things... keep your mind open 😏💁‍♀️

masterlist ➡ part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

A03

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

Your eyes become waterfalls. The last thing you would want for this man is to lose his family, his position, the clan itself. Nothing, absolutely nothing should matter the most than his own pride.

“Byakuya-sama… stop, please” you calm him down, then looking at the old man that resembles him in a couple of hundred years with a pleading stare. You will take the bracelet, you only ask to be let go. Your lover will cross a line nobody would ever want to imagine if not.

As soon as Ginrei lets go of your arm, you quickly take the jewel off. “Sir, please take this. I didn’t know-“ you try to excuse yourself, bowing before the old noble, committing the worst mistake you could have ever… disrespecting Byakuya.

“That’s mine, (Name). Put. It. Back” he orders, leaving you unable to react. You don’t know what to do. Your eyes fix on the ground beneath you, the tears pooling around your feet.

“I��m… I’m so sorry” you moan, running away, unable to give him a last look…

The roots of the cherry blossoms on each side of the path get watered by your tears. You should have known… you should have listened to that little voice… that wasn’t a simple bracelet…

From the very beginning you knew this love wasn’t supposed to bloom… but how can you say no to everything you both have lived? You love this man, more than you could ever love yourself.

When you are tired from walking, and the lands of the academy seem proper to rest, you sit over an old log. It has traces of various spiritual pressures, one you can recognize pretty clear; Kuchiki Rukia. And it breaks your heart, because even if Byakuya and her aren’t siblings by blood, their reiatsu feels almost the same. It was like being surrounded by him while your tears flow as the depiction of sorrow coming out of your heart.

The answer is clear, no absolutely other solution seems correct than avoiding Byakuya at all costs and for that matter, you will have to stop being his girlfriend.

You scoff, the term “girlfriend” now feels like a joke, even more than before. Despite Byakuya’s child like vocabulary when it comes to love, you beg your heart to hate him…

A drop, and then two and then a thousand fall over your countenance, as you look up to an endless sky. If a Shinigami is sad, if a soul is suffering the rain will come… and this time, there were more than one, there were two who plead everything but the rain…

Byakuya hasn’t moved from the place you ran away. In his hands the rose gold bangle gets wet with every rain drop. He listened to any of what the elders have told him, but he couldn’t react. He couldn’t answer a single word to them.

Byakuya couldn’t process being abandoned once again. Never, he thought of feeling this way one more time, but here it is… once more, the rain. And, tears mix well with the rain, you know?

When it was enough rain for his haori to become heavy over his shoulders, he walked away…

A new day has just started, and, as always, the Shinigami of the sixth division have to reunite in the training arena of your squad facilities. Either is Renji or Byakuya himself, they have to address the daily news and dictate the orders so you all walk towards the place.

You drag your feet walking behind the rest of the officers, and even if you were the third spot you couldn’t hold the position with pride because respect had been lost… rumour has it that your title was a mere gift from Byakuya as you were his “servant”

But, in any case, you weren’t that worried about your companions… you were more worried about facing Renji or Byakuya. You are sure you won’t be able to look them in the eyes, not a single time.

As the protocol commands, the officers allow you to pass in between of them being formed on each side of the big patio. You walk pass them, hearing ill intentioned giggles and whispery comments about how much you were used by the nobles just to be discarded after.

You knew, Byakuya didn’t do that. You knew it was you who ran away, but, nobody will believe you… so, why bother explaining to them?

“Morning squad!” the red-haired Shinigami salutes all of you with great joy. You nod, with your eyes fixed on the crushed stone underneath your feet. You notice Renji looking at you with great curiosity… he clearly knows nothing about what happened. And it was obvious that he didn’t know; Byakuya was hard to read… specially now.

Suddenly, the air becomes thick and heavy. There is no doubt, that reiatsu is his.

“Good morning, officers” Byakuya salutes them all. It’s weird that he does, it’s usually Renji who informs everyone about their duties every day.

Everybody, including you, become tense. If the captain was there, that means something important had to be said.

“Renji will give you all the instructions, I came to inform you about a slight change in our squad power scale. From now on, the fourth sit will become the third. (Name), you are going to be a part of squad 8th from now on. You are deployed from sixth division”

Your eyes become glossy in a matter of seconds. But you can’t react. After all, you’ve been discarded…

“Sure. I’ll be heading there now. I will leave my distinctive in your office, Captain Kuchiki” you barely pronounce, with your sight fixed on the sky above you. An infinite blue canvas that wasn’t as big as your sorrow. You tried to keep at least a little of dignity, containing your tears, forbidding them from coming out just not to show the rest of your -now ex- comrades how right they were after all.

Byakuya never looks at you. His eyes, that have become steel coloured now as the starry night blue has faded away from them, are fixed on nothing but everything at the same time. “You don’t have to. Go now, we are losing time”

What have you done to be put under such humiliation… what have you done besides taking care of him? Besides cleaning his mouth after feeding him when he couldn’t move? Besides hugging him when nightmares hit him every damn night? Besides loving him for more than 10 decades, and since forever more? Why is he punishing you that way? Why is he hurting you that way? Why is he being so cruel to you? Why isn’t he even facing you when he talks?

Perhaps… he hasn’t got the courage to do so.

You nod slowly, and just as you have learned from Yoruichi and him, you use your flash step to disappear from the degrading looks of the officers… and as you do, with the wind of the speed, the red ribbon around your hair slides to the ground.

It’s ok. You don’t turn back to pick it up. It can stay there, it can be ruined by the rain. You don’t want it any longer… Because, as if it was a cruel metaphor of your ties cutting, you realized that the last thing you had of Kuchiki Byakuya in you had been already lost…

Or maybe not.

As much as you wish you could go to your now new squad, you simply can’t. Your body fails you. You are hungry, so hungry all of a sudden. Why are you losing reiatsu?

Your knees fall to the ground, and you are sure they are getting scraped. You can feel the blood wetting your hakama. Every tear that had been contained inside start flowing, like the rain that joins the eternal separation of the sky and the earth.

“I hate you so much… Kuchiki Byakuya!!” you shout to the sky.

You squeeze with pain the cherry blossom petals surrounding you. You destroy them, as their delicate constitution becomes like ashes in between your strong squeezing hands.

If a heart is in the palm of my hand, then die… die, my heart.

You feel your stomach growling, but you don’t care. You shouldn’t be hungry, but you are. However, nothing matters the most that the ache in your heart… an ache that covers yours like it did with Byakuya’s, in pure, hard, cold… ice.

Everything around you becomes blurry, lightheaded you try to fix your eyes into your pink covered palms, and everything moves slow… and then, nothing but darkness engulfs your consciousness.

“Wake up, kid…”

The taste of something sweet touches your tongue. Perhaps some kind of berry gives you strength, at least for now. A woman with snakes for hair, caresses your cheek. She is by far stunning; she is the perfect embodiment of beauty.

“Who- who are you?” you ask, with a feeling of emptiness in your stomach you never really experienced before.

“I’m kinda concerned that you don’t recognize me…” she whispers, with her seductive voice but one of her cheeks puffed.

A playful seduction… who could that be…? It’s impossible… how could she-

“You- You are… Dokuhebi (venomous snake)?!” you ask, completely amazed. This is the first time you are able to see your Zanpakuto spirit materialized. She is part of your soul, sure. But you haven’t ever seen her face…

She stands with a fabulous pose, her hand on her hip, lips red and kissable, total attractiveness, but pure venom. “Ah… at last you did. Are you gonna die here for a man, kiddo?” she asks, clearly mad at your miserable behaviour… loosing your reiatsu for a broken heart? Come on… that’s not you.

You flop on your back. The sky has become dark now, and a few stars flicker over a blueish mantle of velvet infinity. Taking a time to contemplate the shiniest star, you remember Byakuya’s name meaning… “midnight sun”

“ugh… I hate men” you murmur, looking at Dokuhebi who is on your side accompanying you.

“Believe me when I say, I hate them too… but are you sure you hate that pale ass looking noble, (Name)?” she asks, pretty seriously.

You begin to laugh, the way she called him is pretty accurate to be fair. “I- hahaha- ah… stop it” you try to be serious, but you can’t. You needed a good laugh, for sure. “You are right. I can’t hate him… but, tell me my dear Zanpakuto… why is he acting that way towards me?”

The Medusa looking spirit sits on your side, and as she helps you to lay your back against her prominent chest, she brushes your hair with her long red nails.

You take a closer look at her clothes. It is mesmerizing how she is wearing only white with a hint of pink here and there. The fine silk, almost translucent fabric of her Greek looking dress, is gorgeous.

“I still have no idea why men act the way they do… but were you aware us Zanpakuto can meet each other’s?” she asks, while braiding your hair. “And I met that boy’s sword….”

“You met Senbonzakura?! He is so cool!” you immediately chime, cringing at your own words soon after. You still admire every single aspect of the man who betrayed and hurt you some hours ago… that’s pathetic.

Dokuhebi scoffs. She knows you more than anyone, of course she knows you still love Byakuya. “He is cool, but he is a child. A real fucking child. He is impulsive, he is whimsical… that flowery kiddo is a pain in the ass… but I like him. He told me Byakuya began to change since your souls bound…”

You turn around. “Our souls did what?” you ask, curious. Kurotsuchi Taicho would probably die for this type of information. “Did you even learn something at the academy? What the hell were you doing… besides dreaming of Byakuya…?” she asks, annoyed at you.

Ashamed, you look at your hands. She is right after all. Being naturally strong has made you only care about the hado and kido spells, but you were absolutely more interested in that dark haired noble who had stolen your heart so fast…

Tic.. tac… 101 years ago. Shinōreijutsuin

“Kuchiki!! Stop running around!” “I haven’t done anything, sensei! This demon cat won’t leave me alone!! Come back Shihoin Yoruichi!” “Catch me if you can, Byakuya-bo!”

The sudden silhouette of what it looks like a cat, but in the form of a woman passes next to you. And after her, a youngster of onyx hair tied with a red lace.

Your heart skips a beat. Your hair flows with their speed, you squeeze your kido books against your chest. His paler complexion, looked blushed. His temples a little sweaty. His hands squeezing what it seems to be a bokken. He is still young to carry around his Zanpakuto.

You walk a little further through the halls of the academy, you want to see more of him. Who is he? Why you feel your soul particles shaking inside of your heart already? What kind of feeling is that?

And, even if you wanted to see more, you aren’t able to do it as a bunch of noisy girls push you leaving you behind.

All of them sigh and get excited. “Ah.. the younger Kuchiki is so pretty!!”. “I wanna marry him! I wanna be a princess of their clan!”. “Shut up, he is not gonna marry us, he is a noble! He is promised to the Shihoin’s next head of the clan”

You blink. Oh… you had forgotten the rest of the girls had eyes too.

“So he is a noble… I see…” you sigh, turning around from the rowdy teenager crowd. Nevermind…

You keep walking, you are leaving. You want to relax at home, even if you have no much to do there... but, by simply looking at the shiniest star in a dark blue sky you were happy.

A sudden gust of air, and then a knock on your head. Your ass hits the ground, and with your fall the books fly all over the place.

His hand… grab his hand. It’s soft, delicate but manly. Like a prince. His big blue eyes, like a dark sky on a summer night. They shine. His lips are paler like his skin…

“Sorry! Let me help you” he says, pulling you up. “Are you ok?”

Your lips separate. That’s the boy, he is the young noble… “I am, thank you” you mumble, smiling at him with a soft smirk and your pupils fixed on his.

The youngster looks at you, he is not even blinking. For some seconds none of you move, nor even break the eye contact. He hasn’t taken his hand off yours, it feels as if you didn’t want to either.

The orange sun rays of the sunset that filters through one of the windows of the academy kisses both profiles. A wall made out of sun forms in between your faces… maybe, like the representation of how far you were one of the other.

“Kuchiki! Your carriage is waiting for you outside!” one of his classmates shout from the other side of the hall, breaking what it seemed to be an eternal encounter with the other half of your soul.

“Yeah, I’m going!” he says, letting go of your hand. He crunches at your side, with a kneel on the ground and the other like a prince proposing to a princess and picks up your book. “Sorry for bumping into you, not a proper manner from a noble. Goodbye”

You grab your book, and only nod while taking it against your heart. Maybe it is an unconscious reaction, or maybe you just wanted to feel the little traces of his strong reiatsu a little longer…

The days pass, and you couldn’t see him walking through the corridors again, up until the graduation day.

You still needed to take one more year of classes, but Byakuya, being older than you had already finished his years of study. Wearing the graduation uniform, and some fancy metallic stuff on his hair he received the diploma and an officer place at the same time. Of course, the Kuchiki has always been the leaders of sixth squad.

And, while sitting on the grades next to your friends, trying to ignore their commentaries on how good he looks wearing the shihakusho for the first time, your eyes meet again.

You smile at him. Proud of him for being the first on his class, and already a member of the Gotei 13.

But Byakuya, couldn’t smile. He sketched a side smirk, so innocent and yet so guilty. The nobles around him were looking at the promise of a child… You soon understood that your feelings should be dismissed, he is definitely off-limits…

Back to present.

“Your souls bounded. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed. Do you feel at peace when you are with him? Weightless?” your Zanpakuto spirit asks.

You take a time to think, perhaps to remember the way his spiritual pressure doesn’t feel heavy any longer, but warming and soothing. How every time your hands interlock, or your skins touch, it feels like particles of your soul embed in his and vice versa.

“Indeed, I have noticed but I didn’t know our souls could be bounded one to the other” you confess, half amazed, half annoyed. Probably himself hasn’t noticed, that’s why he had just discarded you.

“You were bounded from the very first time you see him, kid… you two belong together for eternity”

With those words some tears run through your cheeks. How can she be telling you that, if she, who is a part of your soul, knows how much that man made you suffer. To the point of making her weak, to pass out. How many hours has it been? You should definitely go see your new captain and excuse with her…

“(Name)! where the fuck have you been?” a well known voice -but weird enough to hear him slurring- hits you all of a sudden. You are still to weak to stand up, but Dokuhibe hugs you in a protective way.

“Byak- Kuchiki taicho” you whisper, startled. Why is he here, and why is he scolding you? He is not your boyfriend anymore, nor even your captain.

He crunches right in front of you, taking his haori off and putting it around your back. “You’ve been gone for three days…we couldn’t find you anywhere! I can’t even sense your spiritual pressure now…” he informs you, with trembling lips. “Leave her, go back to the sword!” he orders Dokuhebi, who stands up and looks down at him.

“I’m not leaving MY master. You are the reason she is feeling this way. I kept her alive since she passed out!” she protests, leaving you on the verge of crying.

“DOKUHEBI, WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME I’VE BEEN UNCONSCIOUS FOR THREE FUCKING DAYS?” you ask, while you fight -miserably- against Byakuya lifting you up.

The Medusa like spirit massages her temples. “I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT TIME? WHAT ARE “DAYS” EXACTLY!!?”

You blink and stop squirming. Byakuya does too. Both remain silent and immobile.

“Your Zanpakuto is even more stupid than Zabimaru” “I agree” “Hey!”

After some discussion with the sixth squad captain and Dokuhebi, he finally access on taking you anywhere but squad 4. She insisted on staying out but you asked her to go back to her zanpakuto form, and so she did.

You just need food and your reiatsu will be restored. There is no reason why you would keep losing it, you were just sad… right?

“I don’t want you to go back to the barracks” he says. “Why?” you inquire, as he walks calmly through the vast forest of Soul Society.

Byakuya remains silent. Making you extra nervous. Is not that you were particularly happy of being on his arms again, but you couldn’t deny the way your body was aching to touch his skin at least one last time.

“Aren’t you gonna tell me?” you insist. Your head pressed against his chest allows you to hear his heartbeats go faster every time you speak to him.

“No. Can you trust in me?” he asks, genuinely. Even if he probably knows by now you have lost the faith in him. But you don’t ask again. Nor answer. If he is not telling everything to you, you shouldn’t tell him the whole truth then. Because, even if you shouldn’t… you still trust him.

Byakuya takes a quick glance at you, but he is not pressuring you to answer back… after all he did the same. “I can only tell you one thing, I want you to be safe” he murmurs, hugging you and squeezing you against his chest.

You remain calm, even if inside you a storm was taking over your bowels… and indeed, your fist hit Byakuya’s pec while you widen your eyes. “PUT ME DOWN” you demand in such tone that not even him could deny.

“What is goi….” He asks, shutting up immediately as you grab your stomach, and a feeling of nausea materializes in reaction. Byakuya immediately holds your hair up, you simply wish he wasn’t there.

But he won’t get grossed out by a woman throwing up, he has seen worst things in his life already. When you are over, he takes an embroidered handkerchief from his shihakusho and cleans himself your mouth.

You are mortified. But also lightheaded and feel once again extremely hungry.

“What was that? For how long have you been feeling like this?” he asks, helping you sit back against a tree. Truth is that you haven’t threw up if not up until now. So, you deny it you’re your head and then cover your face with your hands.

You aren’t stupid… what could make a Shinigami constantly lose reiatsu and throw up? You are about to start a war with nobles, you just know that…

[to be continued]

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HELP!!!!!Hii guys I need help looking for a fic I read few years ago its a sess/kag fanfic so basically how I remember it was sesshomaru was married to kagome she an kikyo r sisters I believe they also model rin works at a museum if am not mistaken but is very much obsesse with sesshomaru were I left of was she kag was having a dream rin was about to her her baby any suggestions r welcome

#sesshomaru #sesskag #kagome #inuyasha #sesshomaru and kagome #sesskag fanfiction #looking for fanfiction

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Needy //

Pairing. Sub!Gojo X Fem!Reader

Summary. Gojo learns that his shy little wife has a breaking point for his nonsense.

Rating. NSFW/ Explicit

WC. 1.4k+

CW/ TW. Anal Play (Male Receiving), Toys, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Bondage, Ab Riding

A/N. Hi! This is a repost because my old account was accidentally deleted [silently crying inside]. Anyway, all likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated, thank you!

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You stare at your phone screen in mild embarrassment for what is supposed to be an emergency message from your husband—if only you’d known that the emergency was that he couldn’t control his shameless urges...

Cheeks flushed, you watch with round eyes as the purple toy disappears inside Satoru over and over again. Normally something like this would excite you, except—

"I bet you wish this was you fucking me instead, f-fuck baby—"

Locking the screen before Satoru could finish his sentence in the video, you notice that the client on the phone and Nanami have stopped talking, your office suddenly consumed by quiet.

Nanami, who had continued the call while you looked at the supposed ‘emergency’ message from your husband, clears his throat and whispers: "Do you need to take that?"

Blushing furiously, you shake your head. "No, it's nothing important." He nods, and the both of you resume the meeting.

When the meeting is over, you quickly leave the conference room to check your phone, ready to give Satoru a piece of your mind. But as you unlock your screen, you find that he’s sent you another message—this time with a picture attached of him covered in his milky white cum.

Such a naughty girl for opening this at work ;) -- Gojo

Three years of marriage and not a day has gone by where Satoru hasn’t teased you, his blushing wife. And even though you should expect this from him by now, you still fell for his tricks… Your cheeks have yet to cool down from earlier, but that doesn’t stop you from scowling at the message and choosing not to reply; instead, you leave him on 'read' and go back to work.

Besides, you'll be flying home in five hours; he can wait a little longer.

~~~~~

When you arrive home, Satoru thought you'd run up to him like you usually do when either of you are away from each other for too long—tell him how much you missed him, how much you need him, and dote on him for the rest of the day. So imagine his surprise when you ignore him after you kick off your shoes and set your suitcase down—not even a glance in his direction—and walk past him towards your shared bedroom.

“Princess?” he calls out to you without receiving a response in return, just the sound of the ensuite bathroom door closing.

As Satoru gets ready for bed, he wonders if you are really that mad about what he did, if he’s actually managed to push you over the line…

You come out of the bathroom several minutes later, dressed in that pretty pink nightgown you know he likes so much. Gojo smirks, opening his arms up for you to crawl into, but you don’t. Instead, you go to your side of the bed and turn away from him once you’re under the soft linens.

Satoru’s shocked, to say the least; you’ve never turned down his cuddles—never. Not even when he’d forgotten about your parents at the airport, or that time he got so drunk that he didn’t recognize you and locked you out of the apartment. You’d been mad, sure, but you never ignored him.

He sighs, tired of staring at your back, and drags you across the sheets toward him until you have no other choice but to face him.

“What’s wrong, hm?”

Huffing, you cross your arms over your chest to create distance between you and him, but Satoru only pulls you closer until you’re lying on top of him. “You really don’t know?”

“I was just showing you how much I missed you,” he says, leaning up to press kisses to your neck and collarbone.

“You embarrassed me in front of Nanami and my client today, Satoru,” you tell him, trying your hardest to stay firm, but your lips pull down into a pout because the way his lips feel against your skin easily distracts you. And you know that he knows this.

He pulls back to give you a soft smile, brushing your hair away from your face. “Tell me how I can make it up to you, princess," he hums.

That's how he finds himself in his current position, with his hands tied to the headboard, and you, rubbing your cute little cunt against his abs. You're so wet that Satoru can feel your slick dripping down his sides and puddling on the sheets below.

It’s not often that you want to be anything other than his cute little pillow princess. You are always too shy to initiate anything on your own, so he lets you lie back and take whatever he gives you. Although, he can’t deny that he doesn’t like this side of you—the way you'd climbed on top of him and started taking what you wanted.

You are just so pretty like this... except he didn't think you'd be so mean.

Satoru moans brokenly underneath you when you grind your hips further down his stomach and brush against his neglected dick, his tip a shade of red and very sensitive from needing to cum.

But you deny him again with a little smirk—a string of soft expletives escaping your lips every time your clit catches against a hard ridge on his stomach. You feel it tensing under you, his hips rutting up to find friction but only meeting air.

“F-fuck, princess, I want you,” he whines, no longer above begging—all of his usual cockiness gone in favor of desperation. And he is so desperate for you to just give him a crumb of relief, anything to make the small bit of pain he’s feeling go away.

You give him a mock pout, shaking your head. “No, baby. You embarrassed me, and I don’t think you deserve it.”

His hips thrust up again, but you shift away before his tip can brush against your ass. “I’m sorry! I'm sorry! Please—”

You're about to protest again, but you crack a little at the sight of his crystal blue eyes filling with tears. How could you tell him no when he’s looking at you like that?

"You won't do it again, hm?" you hum, and he instantly perks up.

"N-no! I won't—"

"Shh." You press a kiss onto his lips, hoping it'll calm him down. "It's okay, baby."

Taking his heavy, leaky cock in your hand, you press him against your entrance and slowly sink down on him, savoring the way he stretches you out after not having him inside you for a week. And you can't help the way your walls flutter around him, already feeling that familiar fire bursting in your stomach just from being stuffed full. No matter how many times you’ve been together, it always feels like he's splitting you in two.

Satoru’s eyes roll into the back of his head at feeling your warm, slick heat wrapping around him. Pretty groans escape the back of his throat as his body arches up off the bed to meet yours, and you release a surprised squeak at the feel of him filling you up with his warm cum.

He's begging for you, but it's hard to make out what he's saying, and somehow, in a matter of seconds, he escapes from his restraints. A tear and snap echoing in the room, not exactly in that order.

Satoru wraps his arms around you, his grip on you tight, intent on pulling you into his flushed chest.

“Ah! T-Toru wait!” you whine, the tip of his cock abusing that spongy spot deep inside of you.

But he doesn't hear you over the buzzing in his ears as he sets a vicious pace to hold onto that euphoric feeling in his belly. Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you can feel that he already has you barreling into your second, and you grip his shoulders tightly as your whole body tenses up.

With tears pricking your eyes, you squirt all over his stomach. "Toru! Slow down!"

"One more time, p-princess!" He releases a pitiful whimper, his nails digging into your back, and you swear you feel his dick twitching inside you. "Fuck! Need it!"

Except for 'one more time' never means one more time with your husband, and you spend the rest of the night being railed into your soft mattress—Satoru over-stimulating both of you. It was probably the messiest sex you’ve had in a while, and this was all due to the fact that he'd been feeling needy… Maybe you’ll try teasing him more often.

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map to hope {madara uchiha} 4

i reeeeeally like this one! wonderful job, love. xoxo @twhiddlestonmuses

An arranged marriage twenty years in the making comes calling for Madara Uchiha. Now that Konoha has stabilized, his bride-to-be is ready to be at his side. But is Madara ready for what marriage all entails?

part 4: for shits and giggles

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link to part 3

“Tobirama you should have seen it-“ Hashirama couldn’t help but howl with laughter.

“I can’t believe you cleared an ENTIRE day just to pick up a woman.” Tobirama couldn’t give in to Hashirama’s laughter. If he did, then his brother would think going behind his back and leaving for a whole day was okay.

“Not just any woman! Madara’s wife to be. Oh Tobirama. She’s so cute!” Hashirama laughed, wiping the tears away. “She tripped-“

“You know it’s not very nice of you to laugh at her. She was probably tired from a long trip and nervous to meet Madara. It’s not as if he has a brilliant reputation.” Tobirama pointed out, but didn’t bother to look up from his scrolls.

“No. Listen. Listen before you chastise me.” Hashirama said, clearing his throat. “She literally tripped and fell right into Madara.” Tobirama could not contain a snort. He almost wished to have been able to see it. “She tripped, and he caught her.”

“I’m sure you made some silly comment like ‘she’s falling for you’, right?” Tobirama asked finally meeting Hashirama’s eyes.

“I did! She was all flustered as he steadied her. Come to find out her shoe had broken, the poor thing was so embarrassed.” Hashirama giggled.

“I would imagine so. First time meeting her husband, and the hokage not only trips, but breaks her shoe as well. I’d be embarrassed.” Tobirama said, frowning. “Laughing at it is not very nice, brother. Either Madara’s bad behavior is rubbing off on you or you’re not finished.”

“Oh no, no I’m not finished.” Hashirama has to cover his face to keep his laughter in. “Madara merely shrugs and lifts her up to carry her. I thought her mother was going to have a heart attack!” The howling laughter is back. And at least Tobirama can understand the hilarity of it. “Madara just explains that it’s faster if he just carries her than letting her mother get her another pair of shoes.” Hashirama has to lay his head down, he’s wheezing so hard.

“Hm, let me guess. It was a mostly silent walk- you trying to hold in your childish giggles, the mother repeatedly telling Madara she can get her daughter a new pair of shoes, and Madara just ignoring it all?”

“Oh no, no the girl made small talk in hopes of it being less awkward.”

“I don’t think there was anything that could save that from being awkward. Did Madara try to talk at least?” Tobirama felt so bad. Bad that this poor girl’s first day in Konoha was an embarrassment. Bad that he wanted to laugh at the situation. Bad that he didn’t get to see it.

“He did, but in his no nonsense right to the point kind of way.” Hashirama said, shaking his head.

“I swear to Divine, if you are telling another person about yesterday Hashirama I will personally make Tobirama the next hokage. Effective Immediately.” Madara yelled as he opened the door to the office.

“Hashirama! You’ve been telling people? First laughing at her misfortune and then gossiping like an old woman.” Tobirama shook his head. “Terrible example you’re setting.”

“I’ve told a total of-“ Hashirama has to close his eyes and think.

“If you’re thinking this hard it’s too many.” Madara hissed, laying his scrolls out and began to organize them.

“Other than Tobirama only four people.” Hashirama said firmly. “Come on, it was so adorable and funny. As the best man at your soon wedding, I will be bringing it up.”

“You know four other people? Must be because you have Madara and I do all your work.”

“Wow! He counted to four, this must be a record, Tobirama.” Madara said, leveling Hashirama with a dry look. “Who’s to say you’ll be my best man. Maybe it’ll be that waiter from lunch, or Tobirama.”

“Blasphemy! Tobirama don’t steal my best friend.” Hashirama gasped.

“No worries there. I absolutely do not want Madara as my friend.”

——

“I cannot believe that man!” Ume huffed combing through y/n’s hair. “Just lifted you right up.”

“Yes mother, I am aware.” She said trying not to wince as her hair was twisted up into a bun. “I was in fact there for it.”

“I suppose being head of his clan and a founder of Konoha he can do as he pleases.” Ume scoffed. “Look at me, raving like this.” She took a few deep breaths. “Cannot talk back to your husband. It’s not his fault, he was raised to be a warrior first and a respectable man after.”

“Lord Madara is a respectable man.” A young maid spoke up. “He’s just not, Hm, has not been cultured in a formal manner.” She added, her voice wavered as Ume glared at her.

“See mother? He meant no harm … plus it was sweet of him. To be concerned enough about my well-being to carry me.” Y/n pointed out. “It’s not as if he’s daimyo, or shogun.”

“But he’s still head of the Uchiha clan. Appearances must be carefully groomed.” Her mother shooed the girl away.

“I don’t want to make a fuss. So please, drop it? For my sake?” She asked looking back at her. “This is our home, I want to have a good start to our relationship. I’ve already embarrassed myself by tripping.”

“Fine. But I won’t stand for any inappropriate behavior from either of you.” She pointed out, pinning the rest of y/n’s hair and braids in place even while y/n squeezed her eyes closed at the tightness of it. “If you don’t like having your hair in tight styles, you should get rid of this thing. It’s not as if you’ve ever needed it.” Ume said, giving the braid a tug.

“It’s called a kyoketsu-Shoge. The point of it is to have it but not need it.” Y/n pointed out, feeling at the end of the long braid and pricking her finger on the hidden blade. “Madara has many enemies, even if Konoha is peaceful, other lands are not. It’s best to have some form of protection, especially hidden in plain sight.”

Her mother shook her head but said no more on the matter. They had never agreed on it but y/n had been firm in having some kind of weapon. And she was good at using it. She wasn’t a kunoichi, nor was she physically strong. But with a rope dart, especially hidden as fake braids, was the least she could do to protect herself. Plus she wouldn’t have to heavily rely on a guard or her husband.

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COLLATERAL DAMAGE, howl pendragon

SYNOPSIS; Y/N was nothing more than an apprentice working as a lowly henchman to the witch of the waste. with little potential, they were replaceable, collateral damage. so when they go missing from the witch's grasps after a young girl is cursed, no tears are shed until they find themselves stuck with the very person the witch had been searching for.

CHAPTER ONE / CHAPTER TWO / CHAPTER THREE / CHAPTER FOUR / CHAPTER FIVE / CHAPTER SIX / CHAPTER SEVEN

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Chapter Three

It was finally your day off after another week of fighting off perverted men. And it was well deserved, sun setting on this relaxing day giving you the perfect lightening. As the pajama short set clung to your figure while you settled on your couch hot tea in one hand book in other.

Things been great between you and Uzui but, it has been a few weeks since you seen him. You couldn't deny it you ... kind of missed him. Those big hands roaming your curvy form, the way your name rolled off his tongue and how he was so gentle with that after care. You loved to snuggle under him he was like some giant muscular bear.

Thoughts buried deep in your book only to be taken from it with a knock coming from your front door. Cant a girl have any peace. Letting out a huff as you slid on your fuzzy house slippers strutting to the door. Twisting the knob and there he was, "Uzu-" Your words were cut off by him crashing your lips together. Gently pushing your body into the house and closing the door with his foot.

Hand tugging on his uniform as you pulled out of his embrace, "Wait .... wait. I haven't seen you in weeks. You cant just burst into my home like this." He let out a soft sight at your words, "Your right ... but." Bringing that tender hand to your face gently rubbing it with his thumb, "I know .. I'll explain but can we just be in the moment. Ive missed you." You couldn't help it but your body heated up at his words, "I missed you too." "Im glad."

Wasting no more time bringing your lips back to his as you lead him to the kitchen. The both of you ripping off pieces of each other clothing. Naked body pressed against each other as your back made contact with the counter top. Pulling his lips from and turning your body so your ass was facing him. The man pecks a sweet kiss on your neck as his hands roamed your body. Stopping right at your breast gently kneading them, "You know its like your body ... is singing to me."

"Ah." You softly moaned. Head tilting back as you felt his erected dick graze your ass. "Stop teasing me Uzui." You whined. Swiveling your hips side to side to get some type of friction for your needy cunt. He let out a low laugh, "I'll give you what you want beautiful." Griping his base as he aligned it against your hole. Slowly sliding himself between your fat folds to lubricate himself well.

"Look at that. Already so wet for me." He praised. Sinking himself fully into you making you arch your back into his embrace, "Yes .. stay just like that." Mouth gaped open unable to say anything from the sheer ecstasy coursing through your body as he stroked those gummy insides. "Yes." You chanted. Not only was the man hung well he knew what to do with it. Each stroke more powerful than the last ruining your inside but you took them all.

The strokes making your cunt clamp down on him each time,"F-Fuck if you keep doing that. I'm going to paint your ... insides." "Do it." You weren't sure why'd you say that perhaps it had to due with that fact that you were cock drunk off your man that you haven't seen in weeks. And who was Tengen to deny you of something you wanted he planned on giving you his kids. So what if you guys time line sped up he knew you both could handle it.

Your slick running down his balls as he continued to ram you from behind. "Oh? Is that what you want? Fine." He grunted. Leaning down as he bit on the shell of your earlobe sending you over the edge as you both came in synch. The both of you panting as he made sure to cock warm for a few minutes. Head resting in the crook of your neck, "So .. now you ready to talk?" "Yes .. I feel way better now."

"But uh Uzui." You start. "Hm?" Pecking your collar bone with a sweet kiss, "You gotta pull out." You finished. "Come on. Let me at least do it one more time." He whined.

Yea I clearly have a breeding kink 🧍🏽‍♀️🥴

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Animal Crossing & Chill

tags: cum eating, oral(M! receiving), dirty talk, talk of group sex/orgy, face fucking, subspace, aftercare

Summary: You just wanted to enjoy a rainy day cuddling with your boyfriend, while he played his game. He had other ideas

Rain pelted again the large floor to ceiling windows of your loft. A thunderstorm raged outside and the flash of lightning could be seen through black curtains.The harsh tumble of thunder was so loud it could practically be felt in your chest

You sat in the oversized plush armchair that rested in the corner of your room with Tomura. The seat reclined so that you could cuddle while he played his game. He lay there, pressed against your back, arms bracketing you from behind, as he rests his head on your shoulder to see his screen.

The soft dulcet sound of oldies playing in another room, with snow storm and played from the smart TV. It was the only source of light, though dim, in the room aside from the brief flashes of lightning through curtains.

The hard rolling thunder juxtaposes the soft music until it's all a calming symphony of sound.

Brown eyes close as you inhale the Tomura's scent. It's a mix of his regular scent and a mix of your body butter that you know he’s been taking when you weren’t looking.

Wriggling deeper into his embrace as he gets increasingly more irritated. You feel the growl verberate through your back, before you hear it.

Paying it no mind, you continue to luxuriate in your comfort, only for a cool cheek to rub against your own dark one.

Turning your head around, you look at your boyfriend confused. The look on his face is one of irritation.

“...Do you have any iron nuggets?” The question comes out so petulant that you have to stop yourself from laughing.

“What?” The confusion written on your face is clear.

Tomura's scrunches up and he grunts in irritation. "I need iron to make a shovel and my rocks aren't producing more."

Brown and red eyes stare at each other as you lapse into silence.

"...I'm not getting up to go get my Switch, if that's what you're thinking Tomura."

Tomura groans. "Come on Y/n, I only need a few!" He nuzzles his face into your satin bonnet. "Please Baby?" His hand comes to rub at your hip. It's soothing and relaxing

You sink deeper into the chair and into him. "Uh uh, not moving. Too comfy.”

That same hand runs up over you stomach, making their way to your breasts. He teases a nipple as he speaks softly in your ear. “Please Baby.” His other hand was in you now, working with the first to move under your shirt. Rough fingers run over dark buds, before pinching them softly to tease you.

You whine,trying your damnedest to ignore the hot feeling starting to spark between your legs. Tomura kissed chastely up your neck. “For me, Y/n?” The man truly was a villain because why would he get you this hot and bothered just so you would go get ya damn game?

Your whine turns to a huff as you crankily roll away from him and get to your feet. You unruffle your oversized shirt, rubbing your thighs together trying to abate the wet hot feeling there. You glare at him with extreme prejudice, before scurrying through your apartment to your purse.

You snatch it out of your purse and sprint back to your boyfriend, desperate to sink into the warmth of his body. When the love seat is back in sight, you find Tomura sitting up, hunched over his Switch grumbling.

“Stupid fucking Blathers. I collected 12 fossil, the fuck you mean you can only take 3 of them.”

You flop into the chair, next to him and hold out your switch. “If you want nuggets, you doin’ it.”

Tomura immediately started on his task. “Your island is covered in weeds, when was the last time you played?” You heard the tell tale sound of weed collection.

“Ayo! I will straighten out my shit when I’m ready.”

“Uh huh.” The belief was non existent. Honestly the nerve of niggas sometimes. You lean on him, head resting on his shoulder.

“You ain't have to come for my neck like that.”

“I think you’ll find that if I came for your throat, you’d be in a very different position.”

You sat there speechlessly staring at your man.

He had just made a dirty joke about you giving him head with the straightest of faces. It was kinda hot.

And the hot feeling hadn’t dissipated between your legs. You shift minutely, watching him play his (your) game. You felt the heat of lazy arousal spreading through you more now. Insistent on attention now.

“...Deadass?”

Tomura's thumbs stop moving as he side eyes you. Red eyes lock with brown. The look in his eyes is shrewd and it sends a thrill up your spine. He looked so stern and that did things to you.

A single dangerous hand comes up to squeeze the back of your neck in a four fingered grip. “On your knees.”

The command is stern and simple and intoxicating. Tomura watches as your pupils dilate and you sink to your knees. He drags you between his legs and pushes your face up against his hardened dick, through thin sweatpants.

His voice was soft as he thrust against plump lips, kissing at his cock through thin gray material. “Take me out, Baby. Take me out so I can slide in that pretty throat.”

You moan, eyelids going heavy with the promise his word gives. Your hands go for his waistband and the hand on your head leaves. He’s picked up his game again and began playing again, as if you aren’t between his legs, playing with his cock.

The dismissal makes your pussy clench.

You did as you were told, tugging at the waist of his sweats and he absently lifted his hips for you to slide gray sweatpants down his legs. You run dark hands up pale legs as you move forward to the glistening head of his dick.

It was fat and thick, head peeking from its foreskin, softly curving downwards.

God his dick is pretty.

Opening your mouth, you wrapped luscious lips around the head. Above you Tomura’s breath hitches, as your tongue dips under his foreskin to lick at the underside of his tip. You look up at him and feel a thrill as he ignores you again.

God you love when he does this shit. Puts you on your knees to suck his dick and ignore you during, like you aint doin’ shit. It makes you wet as a bitch. He just keeps playing his games and letting soft pleasured noises slip.

You swirl your tongue around the head and hollow your cheeks as you sink your mouth down on his girth.

That earns you a curse.

“Fucking shit, Y/n!”

The warm satisfied feeling builds in your chest. You allowed drool to build in your mouth as you bob your head on his dick. It slicked the way considerably and soon you were throating his girth, dragging sound after sound out of him.

On your tongue you could taste the heavy taste of his pre-come, as you swallow around him.

Above you Tomura revels in the tight velvety feeling of your throat. He can feel hot drool falling from your mouth and dripping down his balls. Without so much as a second thought, he crosses one leg, to push your beautiful dark lips down to his base.

The action causes you to choke slightly, but Tomura ignores it, as he boards the plane back to his own island. He feels coffin nails dig into his calf and pets your head softly through your bonnet. “Ugh- Shhh Baby, I’m busy.” This clicking of buttons resumes and your cunt flutters around nothing at the way he disregards your comfort, and lets his leg fall back into its wide sprawl.

You sit there contentedly, the hefty weight of his cock on your tongue, making your mind fall under a haze of horny relaxation. Your mind goes quiet as the calming atmosphere and the presence of your man envelopes you.

You sit there utterly content, letting your worries melt away, focussing only on the task at hand. You shut your eyes and lose yourself if the tranquil feel, swallowing around him every few minutes as the soak the love seat.

After a while time stopped mattering, and you were practically leant forward, resting your chin on the cushion between Tomura’s thighs, staring up at him starry eyed and worshipful. All you knew was that you were there to be good and keep his cock warm while he relaxed.

Your blissful existence was disrupted by a gentle hand on your head. You open your eyes to meet lustful red eyes. You blink slowly, not understanding, until he makes shallow thrusts into your mouth.

As he slowly fucked your throat, you became more aware again. One hand was holding your head in place, resting firmly on your bonnet. The other held onto the edge of the seat, pinky raised.

The villain’s focus rested solely on you. On the way your luscious lips stretched around his dick. He felt a flush overtake his face, as he moaned, low and raspy. “Fuck Y/n, you look so fucking pretty like this.”

The praise went straight to your pussy, which had long since been soaked from the idle pleasure of cock warming the most wanted criminal in Japan. You moan around the intrusion in your mouth, letting your hand slip into your panties.

Deftly you circled two fingers around the hood of you clit, massaging as you stared lovingly into Tomura’s eyes.

The heady womanly scent of your soaked cunt did not go missed by your lover, however. “Shit Sweetheart, you getting off to sucking my dick? Like how I’ve had you on your knees for the better part of two hours, just holding me in your throat.”

He’s stopped thrusting and is now dragging your head up and down his shaft.

You keen through it, wanting him to know that he was right. You look at him rapturously, loving the way he used your body for his pleasure.

“That it Good Girl, look up at me while I fuck your face. Uh huh like that, swallow for me—Oooh yeah gimme that tongue..” His free hand caresses your cheek gazing adoringly into brown eyes. “Play with that pussy, uh huh let me hear that messy cunt.”

Doing as he says, you sink two fingers into your slick heat and fuck yourself. The noise is obscene. Slick noises fill can be heard in tandem with the messy sound of the face fucking you were receiving.

“Gods Y/n you don’t know how much I think about you like this.” Tomura gasps out quietly, as he watches his dick slide into your mouth. “Have me in the middle of League meeting, hard in my pants thinking about this whore mouth. Wish I could take you with me.”

You moan enthusiastically at that, fingers speeding up.

“Oh shit Sweetheart you like that idea. Like the idea of taking care of me while I plan the fall of Hero Society?” Your wanton moan comes out as a gurgle, as Tomura continues to drag your mouth over his cock.

You thrust a third finger into your pussy, desperate to be full on both ends as the man whispered filth to you like the sweetest pillow talk. There are practically hearts in his eyes as he looks at you.

“Fuck Y/n,” He shudders, breathing ragged. He pulls out of your mouth completely to stave off his orgasm. Not yet ready to cum. He panting, like he ran a marathon and you’re whining, sub space heavy brain unsure why he stopped.

You watch as he takes himself in hand and smacks his cock against your cheek, smearing pre-cum and spit. He repeats the action, before putting the angry red head to your lips. You try to wrap your lips around it again, but Tomura stops you.

“Kiss it for me, Baby.” He breathes out. “Yeah that my girl, put those pretty lips on my dick.”

You did just that, planting sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss on his dick, staring at him like he hung the moon. He’s red eyes are where your lips continue to meet his cock, sticky with pre. Each time you pull away brown plump lips are shinier with the sticky white fluid. “Gods Y/n, so fucking perfect on your knees like this. Absolutely beautiful, wanna keep you like this sweet girl. Desperate and thirst for my dick..”

You moan, fingers moving faster in and out of your gushy cunt.

Red eyes can’t look away from them, as his hand stripes away on his cock. He’s babbling low now, barely audible over the storm and the music.

“You’d let me, wouldn’t you, you nasty girl. Let me lead you into a League meeting by your hand. Sit in my chair with you at my feet—Between my legs, warming my cock, until you get so desperate you start touching that fat fucking pussy.” His Hand is jerking his cock faster now, as his other hand hooks a thumb into your mouth, pulling it open.

Your tongue lulls out of your mouth, ready and waiting to taste your lover’s cum.

“Gonna show the League what a good fucking slut you are for me,” He moans out voice gettinhg more desperate. “Gonna show them how amazing this pretty brown skin looks covered in cum. Bet they’ll be jealous.” His eyes sweet fucked out expression took a certain feral edge to it.

“Bet they’ll want a turn…” He whispers it like a filthy secret and your brows draw together as the thought takes root.

Fingers speed up, curling to hit your g-spot, making you pleasure shoot up your spine, as you imagined getting passed around in the League. Images of you, face covered in cum, being passed off to Dabi and Twice. Compress and Kurogiri or Spinner. The men using your throat while Tomura watched.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. Electrifying pleasure sears through your core. Your cream around your own fingers, body shaking. Brown eyes cross as you shake apart between your boyfriend’s legs.

Above you, Tomura loses himself at the expression on your face. Tongue out eyes rolling back, pre-cum messy on your skin. The man can’t help it, you look like something out of his favorite fucking hentai!

His whole body shudders, as he spills across your tongue and face. Thick globs of cum decorate your face, as Tomura milks his cock. He’s panting, red faced and sweaty hunched over your smaller frame.

You’ve slumped between his legs, orgasm clearly taking a lot out of you. Sticky cheek pressed against his thigh. He smiles tiredly at you, as he pulls you up by your chin, to kiss your cum filled mouth. Savoring the taste of himself, he pulls your own messy hand up to his face as well, licking your cream off them.

He always enjoys the taste of you both mixed together.

Lightning lances through the sky outside, illuminating and casting over you both as he gathers you in his arms to clean you up. He cradles you against his chest, uncaring of getting cum on his shirt. He walks to the bathroom and you nuzzle contentedly in his warmth, completely exhausted and satisfied.

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Just The Tip

Summary: You were meant to meet Katsuki at this house party, after his patrol, but he's not very attentive when he arrives. Lucky for you Eijirou is very happy to keep you company and just a tad tipsy.

Tag: oral(m! receiving), penetration, mildly tipsy sex, cheating, dirty talk, cum eating, cum as lubricant, Black fem! Reader

You’re not sure how you got here exactly. Only that Katsuki and Eijirou told you they’d meet you here after their patrol, so you waited for Mina to pick you up. By the time you did your make up, styled your hair and donned your favorite sundress, Mina was outside, ready to whisk you out into the hot summer heat of a house party.

You were having fun. Drinking, dancing, doing jello shots off your homegirls. Enjoying yourself, for the first time in a while. Then your boyfriend and his best friend showed up, clearly fresh from battle.

Both were a little battle worn and sweaty. Clearly panting with the exertion it took to get them here after their Patrol ended.

As soon as they entered Denki baited Katsuki into some competition against Izuku. You watched from across a sea of people as he was led away from you, Denki chattering about arm wrestling without quirks. From that point on it was tunnel vision.

He hadn’t even seen you and after hearing about the competition you knew he was a lost cause, so you went back to the dance floor with your friends. Mina kept handing you drinks throughout until you had a pleasant buzz going. You and Mina were dancing together and on a particular twirl away from her you bumped into Eijirou.

Your eyes rove up the length of him, before you can catch yourself, you start to eye his rippling muscles and big biceps, until you feel a hand wrap around your waist.

Next thing you knew he was dragging you away from the rest of the party.

“C’mere, lemme jus’-,” Eijirou gently pulled you into the cut and kissed sloppily down your neck. His hulking 6’’7 frame pinned you to the wall, as rough hands started roaming over your curves, hooking both hands under your thick ass to pin you against the wall.

You were in some dark enclosure in an abandoned hallway of a party 1-A was invited to. You’re mildly tipsy and from the smell of sweet alcohol on his breath so is Eijirou. The Sharp smell of his cologne and sweat invades your senses.

“Eiji!” You yelp as the man continues kissing down your neck, across your collarbones, until he comes to the top of your breasts. He pulls back to take in the sight of you in the off the shoulder, flower covered sundress.

Brown skin glistens lightly with sweat and body lava under the low light of the party and Eijirou can’t seem to stop himself from touching you possessively. “Fuck Mamas, so pretty.” He says it bereft, like it hurts him. Like he thinks he doesn’t deserve to touch you.

Rough hands caress your breasts through soft fabric before he pulls it down to reveal the soft brown mounds. Red eyes go dark and two hardened thumbs rub over them and you moan. Your nipples harden and that only encourages him. He pinches them as he stares into your eyes.

“Such pretty big nipples.” He hunches over to give sharp mouth kisses to them, teeth nipping briefly, before latching on to one and sucking softly. He continues to play with your right as his left roves under your dress. A jagged hand squeezes plump thighs, before it slides up to rub unquirked along your panties, only to find that you weren’t wearing any.

The wet lips of your pussy is all Eijirou feels. “Look at this gushy pussy,” He groans into your tit. “Nice and sloppy from me sucking on these big tiddies.” Eijirou flicks one to emphasize his point. Two fingers split your seam and sink into wet heat. “Has my pussy missed me, Y/n?”

You gasp, savoring the way those large thick digits stretched your pussy. “E-Eijirou please—S-Someone might see! W-what if Katsuki—Ugh fuck!”

Eijirou curls his fingers upward as he slides them deeper into your cunt. Blunt fingertips press against your g-spot. He’s unlatched from your nipple, but not before wrapping his wide mouth to cover the entirety of your areola and biting lightly with shark teeth.

His eyes hold dark promises as he gazes down into yours and lazily fingers you, smirking softly. “What if Kat sees what, Mamas? How much of a slut you are for me?”

You whimper weakly, “I-I’m not!”

He drags his fingers out of you and they come shining with your juices. He brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, all while holding eye contact and this time you whimper for a different reason.

“Fuck I missed the taste of this pussy. Did She miss me, Mamas?” His thumb moves to your clit before you can respond. It massages the top through the hood and Eijiro watches as your eyes dilate as you moan.

“Shit Eijirou! Yes, yes she missed you!” Your hips grinded against his hand, chasing the feeling.

Lazy eyes drift down and he bites his bottom lip, groaning at the sight. The bottom of your dress is bunched up to expose your pussy and Eijirou is hypnotized by the way you're dripping. “Fuck yeah She did. Look at this nasty lil’ honeypot. Does Kat know you get this wet, Mamas?” He groans hoarsely, reaching down to grope himself through his Hero costume.

His dick is fully hard and your eyes zero in on the thick outline of it against his thigh. Eijirou doesn’t miss it either. “Oh you look like you want something, Mamas. C’mon tell Daddy Riot.” A big hand continues to play with his dick as he grins predatorily.

“Eiji—Daddy please want it. Wanna feel it.”

That earns a dark chuckle from the man. He pulls away and gently sets you on your feet and crowds you against the wall, leaning over you with one arm. His voice is soft and insistent in your ears. “Go on Mamas, take me out.”

You feel hot excitement fill your chest, as he takes a manicured hand and places it over his dick.You squeeze it and it jumps in your hand. Your own hot core throbs between your legs. The thrill of the forbidden drives you forward. The party is only a few halls away. Your boyfriend is only a few halls away and here you are, with his best friend’s dick in your hand.

The Hero leans in, mouth getting closer to yours. “That’s my girl, take what you want. Don’t you want it Mamas. Don’t you miss how it splits you open?” His lips graze against yours as he whispers soft and obscene. He seals your lips to his in a needy kiss.

A hot large tongue sweeps into your mouth, dominating as it maps out your hot cavern, before it becomes more languid. It licks and twines with your own as you kiss back, hands fumbling with the “R” belt buckle as you pry open the large man’s fly and zipper.

Reaching in, you grasp the hot heavy shaft and shift until you can pull it out.

As you do you pull away from his kiss and look down at the dick, that you know could ruin your life.

It’s big. Long and thick, with a fat angry red tip. Veins run up and down the length and the tip is dripping precum. The sight of it after not having it for so long, makes you curse. You look back at Eijirou, who looks equally as flushed as you feel and he kisses you again.

Only this time instead of getting enthralled by his mouth you’re startles as he hoists you back up against the wall. Mildly disoriented you plan to complain when you feel the hot fat head of his dick slap against your pussy and slot itself snugly in your folds

The feeling of the fat head parting your lips makes you moan breathily, as you stare up into red lust blown eyes. “Yeah, that's my good girl.” He wraps your legs around him securely and supports himself against the wall again.

His right hand steadys his dick as he slowly pressed in. The More the man’s length spread your cunt the more desperate you get for him to fuck you.

But that doesn’t happen.

Well… not exactly anyway.

Eijirou thrusts the angry thick tip of his dick inside you only to drag it back out, slowly. He stares down at it as he does, repeating the action in a sensually agonizing pace, until a faster torturous rhythm is started. Red eyes stare enraptured by the looks of dark glistening folds splitting around him.

The mans holds you up, pinned to a wall as he fucks you shallowly. The

squelching noise of him shallowly fucking your pussy fills the hallway, making the hero groan.

“Mmmph shit, Mamas. This pussy must’ve really missed me huh? Talking to me all loud and all I gave Her was the tip.” His eyes drag up to yours and you can’t help the way you moan at his filthy mouth.

“Oh like that? Like how messy I get Her? C’mon Baby, you gotta tell me.”

You nod frantically, rolling your hips, trying to ride the edge of that feeling to your orgasm, but Eijirou isn’t having it. “C’mon Mamas, you gotta tell Daddy Riot what you want or else I can’t give it to you.” Warm lips are kissing and biting along the side of your neck now.

“Daddy come on, please give it to me. I want it, want your dick fucking me deep. Wanna cream on it again—Ugh!Shit yesyesyes!” You’re chanting, eyes feverish as your head falls against the wall and Eijirou penetrates just a little further, making you desperate to feel the full length of him again.

You’d been fantasizing about the last time he fucked you.

Katsuki sent him to your apartment to check on you, because he was at work and a villain attack was happening near your apartment. Eijirou wasn’t suited for the Villain type so he did as his best friend asked.

He’d taken one look at your sleep ass in you over sized Dynamight t-shirt and Red Riot bonnet and thrown you over his shoulder to carry back to your bedroom.

Forty minutes later he’s laying on his back and watching your pussy go creamy around his dick as he bounced you on his cock.

That’s right Mamas, lemme get up in those guts. Uh huh take it all, make Daddy nut in this fat lil’ pussy.

God he’d fucked you good that night so good, you were too tired to hangout with Katsuki on your day off.

And that’s what you were craving right now. The absolutely fucked out feeling that him battering against your cervix, but he keeps teasing you.

Tears of frustration are gathering in your eyes and you whine, desperate to be dicked down properly.

A big warm hand comes up to caress your face, thumb rubbing over your lips as Eijirou shushes you. “Shh Mamas, you keep that up and someone is gunna he—”

A hollow noise interrupts him and when you both turn to see where it came from.

Your heart seizes at the sight of Katsuki frozen in the hallway. At his booted feet rests two solo cups and the expression on his face is one of shock.

You feel dread start bubbling up inside you, but your panic is cut off by the rumbling sound of Eijirou chuckling.

“Hey Kitty Kat, been wondering when you’d come looking for your girl.” He looks back at you and the grin on his face is equal parts mean and sexy. “Y/n has been so nice to me, haven’t ‘chu Mamas?”

He rolls his hips forward and despite the situation you let out a keen of pleasure. When you finally get yourself back together you stumble over your words.

“‘Suki, Baby I-I can explain. I—We—Oh fuck me!”

Your platitudes are cut off when Eijirou finally sheaths his dick deep in your cunt at the worst possible moment. He lets out swears as hot slick walls engulf him.

“Shh don’t worry about explaining Mamas. Kitty Kit doesn’t mind, do you Baby? It’s not like it’s something you haven't experienced before.”

You watch your boyfriend’s face flush and realization dawns on you.

Eijirou Kirishima had been fucking both of you, behind each others backs this whole time.

The hot thrill that knowledge sends up your spine is unexpected but entirely welcome.

“‘Suki have you been— Ooooh!”You cut yourself off with a moan when Eijirou’s length is drug out of you slowly.

“Has he what, Mamas? Taken Daddy’s dick just as pretty as you have?” He says before sheathing his turgid flesh back into your dripping pussy. The way the head nudges your cervix makes you shake in his hold.

Eijirou goes right into a consistently moderate hard pace of fucking you sensesless. “Our precious lil’ Kitty Kat’s been taking my dick so well, Mamas, you should see him. Sometimes when patrols are slow he’ll lemme slide my dick down his throat.” He’s working your pussy so hard now. Balls slapping against you with each harsh thrust.

What’s worse is the fact that Katsuki is watching with a hot desperate look in his eyes. He looks ashamed and aroused and when that look is turned on you, you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around Eijirou.

From the little choked noise he makes, it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“What you standing over there for, Kat. Don’t you wanna make your girl feel good. Or are you gunna be a lazy lil slut and touch that pretty dick while I rearrange your pretty girl’s guts?”

Just as he says, Katsuki’s got a hand in his pants, palming his own cock as his eyes focus on the sight of Eijirou’s fat cock sinking into your cunt over and over.

He stumbles his way over until he’s all but pressed up against you. The firmness of his torso presses against your arm before you can blink, Katsuki’s mouth is sucking earnestly on your nipples, with his hand buried in his pants.

He’s moaning around your dark bud and looking up at you through thick blonde lashes. The look in his eyes is desperate and intense and it makes your pussy quiver around Eijirou’s cock.

“Damn Mamas, didn't know you got this wet. Does Kat’s mouth feel that good?” You moan loudly in response and clench slick walls around him. You wriggle where you’re pinned against the wall, trapped between two men.

Their presence overwhelmed you. Eijirou battering away at your walls while Katsuki’s wet tongue toys with your nipple. Katsuki’s scent fills your nose. Sweet and heavy as he looks at you like his last meal. Then just as soon as his eyes are looking at you, they’re gone.

Eijirous is holding Katuki’s head away from you by his hair. They are facing each other and the shorter man’s hand still strokes away at his cock as his Hero partner manhandles him. Eijirou cock rests buried inside of you to the hilt as he speaks.

“Look at you Kitty Kat. Always so pretty, stroking that pretty dick, and doing such a good job at pleasuring Y/n. You’re always such a good boy for Daddy.” The broken desperate noise that leaves your boyfriend’s mouth is one you’ve never heard before.

Desperate and aching for the praise falling from his best friend's lips. He’s panting for it and You watch, just as turned on as he is.

“Ei, please!” Eijirou smirks down at the blonde, teeth peaking in the roguish way that makes your knees weak.

“Aht aht Kitty Kat, that’s not what you call me, is it?” He leans into Katsuki’s space, eyes narrowing and his smirk turns just this side of mean. “You know what I wanna her, Baby.” His face was barely an inch away from Katsuki's own.

“D-Daddy…” It’s a soft embarrassed whine and that word falling off your explosive boyfriend pulls your own embarrassing noise from you.

“Shhh Mamas, you wait your turn.” His eyes never leave Katsuki’s “That’s it Kat say it again. Don’t you want your girl to hear what an obedient slut you are for Daddy? Or is she my girl now with the way this fat little cunt keeps rippling ‘round my dick?” His dick jumped inside you, as if to emphasize his point.

He’s gazing into Katsuki’s eyes, thick beefy hand threaded through his hair, lips a hair's width apart from his own. “C’mon Sweetheart, gimme what I wanna hear.”

Katsuki fidgets, but inevitably gives in. “Daddy fuckin’ kiss me please!”

Eijirou chuckles, before acquiescing. “That’s my good boy.” Then their lips finally meet in a passionate biting kiss. You watch mesmerized and turned on as you watch your boyfriend kiss the man that is currently about 9 inches deep in your pussy and enjoying every minute of it. You can see his hand clench in ash blonde hair ask, his quirk ripples up his arm.

Katsuki is making little high pitched whines that you’ve never heard before as Eijirou ravishes his mouth. Against your thigh you can still feel Katsuki hand working over his cock and when you look down to see, he’s taken it out and strokes it openly.

Then you watch as the hand that was in his hair comes down to where you’re both connected. He pulls out of you, groaning at the way your walls shutter around him, and gathers your slick off his cock. He bats his hand away and takes a firm hold of it, to stroke it at a much slower pace.

Still quirked and all.

Katsuki pulls away, gasping, a thick strand of saliva still connecting their lips. “Fuckin’ shit—Daddy!” He rests his head against the bigger man’s bare chest as he ruts his cock into his friend’s hardened fist. “S-So good. Your hand so fucking— Oh god!” It’s so much. The warm wet grip around his cock. The intoxicatingly sharp fleeting points of pain, from the ridges created by Eijirou’s quirk. All of it was enough to have him desperate to cum.

Eijirou’s hand tightens and the whine that leaves your boyfriend is high and breathy. “Aww look at your lil’ slut of a boyfriend, Y/n. He’s so pretty when he’s fucking my fist like a dog. Especially after I got it all slick with your juices, Mamas.” Katsuki moans at the reminder and bites into Eijirou’s pec.

You watch as pre oozes out of the head of cock, making the red head’s already messy hand messier. “Aht aht Sweetheart. None of that. Use that pretty mouth and thank Mamas for giving us all this nice warm slick to use. Go on, look at her while you do it.”

Shuddering, he turns his head to face you. The sight of him as he is is breathtaking. Face flushed with shame and arousal. Pretty pink blush traveling all the way down his chest. He was a vision like you’d never seen.

“Y/n, Baby-Ah! T-Thank you for m-making Daddy’s hand slick for me t-to fuck.” He stuttered his way through the sentence, gasping little moans as Eijirou meanly stroked his cock. “F-Feels so good-ah!” His hand shot out to steady himself on the wall next to your head. You could practically hear his nails dig into the wall.

“That’s Daddy’s good boy. Now be good and help me make our girl feel good. Don’t you want that Kitty Kat? Want our girl to feel so good she creams on my dick?” His hips were moving again. Now pistoning his way between gushy folds, as he continues to stroke your boyfriend’s cock. “Can you picture it, Sweetheart? How she’ll look shaking apart on my dick. This perfect pussy’s making a mess on me.”

His stroke is more insistent now, fucking you deep and fast. “Go on Kat, put that whore mouth on those pretty tits. Yeah like that, Sweetheart.” You swear when the Hero’s mouth is suckling on your peaked bud as his free hand once again flicks and pinches the other.

You writhe between them, lost in the sensation of getting roughly fucked and nipples being sucked and pinched. “Fuck— ‘Suki, Daddy! Ngh-gah please, fuckmefuckmefuckme!” You bury delicate hands in Katsuki’s hair and tug in a way you know he enjoys.

His moans are muffled, but he turns he gaze up at you and his suckling gets more vigorous and deft calloused fingers meanly pinch your nipple just the way you like. Those red lust blown eyes stare up at you like you hung the moon and you’re overwhelmed with emotion.

“‘Suki, fuck Baby, kiss me. Please kiss me!” You’re tugging at his hair, urging him off your breast. He goes without fuss and surges up to meet you in a filthy passionate kiss.

He’s breathing hard, still rutting into Eijirou’s hand, and trying to focus his attention on you. He kisses like he fights, dominant aggressive and with no quarter for retaliation. His tongue sensually maps out every corner of your mouth, before tangling languidly with your own.

You stay like that. Slow soft tongue kissing , until Katsuki breaks it.

He’s breathing hard and gritting his teeth, as his head falls on your shoulder.

You look to where Eijirou is still fisting his cock and you see he’s sped up his pace. You look back to the man and the look on his face makes you freeze.

It’s one of possessive hunger and it sends heat licking across your nerves.

“Don’t stop.” It’s panted out, heady and desperate, the most desperate you’ve ever heard the man. Katsuki raises his head, but you can tell he’s barely coherent enough for even that.

“Daddy—”

“No— Fuck, Sweetheart kiss her again. You look so good together—” He bites back a groan, clearly as desperate as you both are, now. “Kiss Mamas again Baby boy, while you cum.” He twists in a spectacular motion that has Katsuk’s fingers digging into the wall.

He does as he’s told. Kisses you with even more desperation, as his orgasm starts cresting. Groaning into your mouth, he shudders violently as his pretty curved cock twitches in Eijirou’s hand and jet after jet of sticky hot cum covers his hand. He breaks the kiss, clearly overwhelmed and exhausted after such an intense orgasm, and collapses against the wall beside you.

But you aren’t paying that any mind as Eijirou is holding his soiled hand to you mouth, as he fucks you relentlessly now.

His big frame is hunched over you once more, as he whispers filth in your ear.

“That’s my good girl, take it. Take this dick, while you lick up our precious boys cum. Uh huh just like that, doesn’t our Kitty Katy taste good, Mamas. Good works slurp it up like the greedy cumslut I’ve trained you to be.”

You’re doing exactly that, until every drop of the sticky white mess is gone, enjoying the harsh way his cockhead is batering against your cervix.

You feel that same hand move to massage your swollen neglected clit. It touches you just right, quickly working your toward that fast approaching peak.

“Yes, that’s it Mamas. Clench around this dick. Gimme what I want, I know you’re close. Give it to me. Give Daddy that nut Babygirl.”

You nod nonsensically, giving in. Letting that hot overwhelming heat build in your belly, until it snaps.

“Daddy!”

Your vision whites out, as wave after wave of ecstasy racks your body. You feel yourself shaking, vaguely aware of the mouth covering yours to cover, your scream, but everything else is just window dressing to the pleasure you’re experiencing.

When you come back to yourself, you’re sitting next to Katsuki on the floor, loose limbed and content.

Your boyfriend, however, is sitting head pressed against the wall as Eijirou feeds him his stick hard cock. He’s looking down, grinning at him, proud look in his eye, when he catches sight that you’re conscious again.

“See Mamas, I told you he looked pretty swallowing dick.”

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